Nov. 2nd, 2008

viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Know him? He was Delicious!)
By freakish coincidence I had time and hemoglobin enough to donate a pint of red on Saturday after I picked up my voter materials. I was telling them about the long lines I saw at the courthouse waiting to vote early and how cool that was, yappity, and one of the staff members told me that her stepfather voted for the first time this year.

I told her, "That's great!" Only in hindsight did I notice she had paused on purpose to gauge my reaction.

She then said, "He's been dead for a year and a half," and gave me The Look. As if to shame me? It was so weird. She then went on about how much corruption there is in this county, voter fraud, stolen elections blah blah blah. I told her if it was all dead people voting then there were a lot of zombies in Crown Point waiting to cast their ballot. Her other coworkers looked like they've heard the dead stepdad anecdote A LOT and it wasn't especially interesting the first time around.

Okay. This whole dead stepdad bit would be a "Gotcha!" moment only if I knew the following:

1. That I knew her stepdad and knew that he'd fucking snuffed it. Um, sorry? Whatever.
2. What his name was and if it was a common one. Maybe there are two John Does in her precinct?
3. And how did she get a hold of the poll book to see if her stepdad voted in the first place? People can't just rifle through those things like romance novels on the paperback rack at Walgreen's.
4. Did the signatures in the poll book match? There's also a voter ID law in this state. If the signatures don't match in the poll book that's a red flag right there.
5. Zombie voter fraud conspiracy?

Or... maybe her stepdad is faking his death in order to stay the fuck away from her stepdaughter? This is the only explanation that seems to fit. (And it's making me think of an unrelated story on LJ where her family had their Christmas party w/o telling her. If you know who I'm talking about you'd know why.) Anyway, it was the stupidest GOTCHA in the whole wide world, therefore I had to share it with you.

Anyway, the point of this story is that I got to do a lot of canvassing in my hometown, yay, it saves on gas. And because I hate canvassing with other people as I usually get monster headaches an hour in and have to lay down afterwards, I got lots of long walks by myself and the weather was lovely. Tonight I came home to wonderful smells from the kitchen. Vali made Boston baked BEENS and homemade brown bread, and it was just as scrumptious as it sounds. Nom nom nom, I are spoiled rotten.


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