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Just another former infatuation junkie

I voted.

I don’t have to tell you who I voted for.

But it should be obvious if you’ve been reading the blog for a while, now.

The polling place was not overly crowded, but they had had more voters come through than I had ever seen by this time. I was number 556 to vote – I’m used to going in some time around 3 and being number 100.

Outside the polling place, there were two groups handing out sample ballots (natch). One group had a yellow, full-sized sample ballot. Those were the Democrats. The others had small, blue sample ballots. Those were the Republicans.

I headed through the “Voters L-Z” door. The greeter inside confirmed that I was heading for the right line.

“You’re in luck,” she said, craning her neck to look into the polling place. “The first half of the alphabet has about ten folks in line. You’ve only got one person in front of you.”

I got my voter ticket, exchanged it for my ballot (my district uses opscan sheets), and took one of the voting stations.

There, on the station, somebody had left two blue sample ballots.

I filled out my ballot, picked up the sample ballots that had been left on the station, and walked over to turn in the ballot.

“Here,” I said, handing the election officials the blue samples. “Somebody left these on the voting station.”

Their eyes widened. “Thanks,” they said, taking the samples. “We’ll dispose of them. We’re trying to keep an eye on the stations, but people keep sneaking the samples onto them.”

I voted. Have you?

Some of you may remember the Pleasure Boat Captains for Truth. Then there was the Iraqi soccer team who got upset over Bush including them in his re-election commercial – taking issue especially with the statement that they came from a former “terrorist state.”

Well, the Bush administration has managed to tick off yet another group of innocents.

Wolf Packs For Truth.

When the camera crew showed up, we wondered why they were all driving Hummers. Our agent assured us it was a Greenpeace commercial and they paid TWICE our hourly steak rate. Little did we know we were being tricked into this vicious campaign attack ad.

I watch the footage of the wolved heading for the camera, and I think – “Orwell would be proud. Angry, but proud.”