RightWingDuck here providing you with a detailed professionally chronicled log of the political happenings here in Pasadena, California.
6:30 a.m. : I’ve looked oustside my windows and see that there are no lines. Of course, I’m nowhere near a polling station, so I can’t be sure.
7:40 a.m: I drive by a polling station and there are people lined up outside. This must be some sort of right wing conspiracy to defraud the voters. How else do you explain these long lines?
7:45: I stop by a donut shop and order a Jelly Donut. The clerk asks me what kind of filling I want. I strongly suspect she is an undercover pollster trying to figure out how I voted. I proudly tell her, “None of the above.” She gives me rasberry. I think this is a clue.
8:00 a.m. I hit traffic. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten up so late. Or maybe I should put the blame for Southern California traffic squarely where it belongs. On the shoulders of Karl Rove.
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The lady at the voting station took 4 minutes to find my name. She couldn’t tell ‘fo’ from ‘fa’ apparently, or at least that was what she wanted me to believe…
Probably couldn’t tell shimauma from Shinola, if she was as dumb as the one I had. I had to show her how to find mine in her book; after almost a minute, I took the book from her, turned to the right page, and pointed it out for her.
My polling place is only a couple of miles from the Duck’s in Pasadena. I know the law says we can’t intimidate voters, but is there anything that says the Duck and I can’t dress up like ninja’s and intimidate the poll workers?
Or would that just be wishful thinking?