"When I walked back to the voting booth there was a door right beside it with a neon sign that read, "EXIT". I wonder how many Democratic voters obeyed that sign and just walked out the door without voting. I took a pic of it and sent it to Rachel. Vote suppressing bastards.*
drool*" [/DUmmy mode]
"I kept seeing these blurbs on the ballot that said, "Vote For One". I'd like to know who the hell Mr. One is! Damn Republicans. Putting election ads right on the ballots!

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"So the poll worker hands me the ballot, then says, 'Make sure you completely fill in the white circle.", and I go, 'Oh yeah, the WHITE circle. I'm onto your racist dogwhistles, baby!' That was right before I got tazed, so I don't remember much after that. But the cop was a Rethuglican, that I can guarantee."

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"I get to the desk and there's this little old Republican lady there (obviously a Republican by her blue hair, diamond-encrusted hearing aid, and bits of anchor baby between her teeth), and she's like, 'I.D. please', and I'm like, 'I got yer I.D., right here!' I've got a temper, you know. I may be five-four, 118 pounds, piss through a tube, and have a hunchback that would make Charles Laughton blush, but I can be feisty, lemme tell ya. Anyway, she goes, "Sir, we don't appreciate that kind of language at the polling place." Then I'm like, "I'll bet there's a lot of languages you don't like! **** you, lady!' About that time the poll supervisor comes over, and I start telling him how many OWS protesters died to protect my freedom of speech, and I throw a couple of choice Noam Chomsky quotes at him, then the Gettysburg Address, then the St. Crispin’s Day speech from
Henry V, to smiles and nods all around. After I had thoroughly shamed them I went over to fill out my ballot, and there were all these damn
amendments on there. Fricken GOP making it take so long to vote! Damn their eyes!"[/DUmmy mode]