Great Moments in Voting History

My home town has a very large elderly population and on election day, there are buses available to bring them to the polls.

Today, as I parked my car and started walking down the sidewalk toward the library to vote, a bus pulled up and an elderly gentleman stepped off. I held the door open and let him walk in ahead of me. Volunteers greeted us at the door to direct us to the proper check in table. The tables are grouped alphabetically, based upon your home address.

"What street do you live on?" the girl asked.

"I don't know", came the response.

"What is your address?" she asked again.

"I don't know."

"Where do you live?"

"I don't know, they just told me to get on the the bus and vote."

Best of luck, America...

Did they tell him who to vote for as well?

"Welp, time to get in my vote for the Whig party..."

Edit: Oh wait they're still around, who knew...

We're doomed.

In reply to Dr. Hess:

Wait, your state doesn't require you to check in with your registered address that matches your drivers license before being allowed to vote?

Or how bout the local election for Mayor of my home town.

The incumbent is on the list twice, for both republican and democrat. He's been in office for going on 25 years.

Arkansas does require that you have an ID now. ZOMG, DAT RAYCISSSSS!

In reply to Dr. Hess:

yamaha wrote: In reply to Dr. Hess: Wait, your state doesn't require you to check in with your registered address that matches your drivers license before being allowed to vote?

Here in Connecticut, they're required ask the limo driver where he picked you up. A proper family chauffeur will then just punch them in the mouth.

Flounder.

Gay slur.

Politically incorrect statement.

Your opinion is wrong.

OK covered the bases for this inevitable political floundering thread.

banana cream pie cupcake, motherberkeleyer! do you speak it?

AngryCorvair wrote: banana cream pie cupcake, motherberkeleyer! do you speak it?

Only the gheys eat bananas. Keep your socialist cupcakes out of my forum!

(I'll take the nilla wafers though )

Oh good. Another lovely berkeleying political thread.

Mmmm, lemon meringue....

There are 35 people running for mayor in Minneapolis today - why not, it only costs $20 to file for office. Among them is a guy who had his name legally changed to Captain Jack Sparrow, and he runs around town dressed as a pirate. His party affiliation is "count all rankings", whatever that means. Ironically, he's not affiliated with the Pirate party, their candidate is some other guy named Kurt Hanna.

In reply to stuart in mn:

stuat in mn said: Among them is a guy who had his name legally changed to Captain Jack Sparrow, and he runs around town dressed as a pirate.

Just this morning my wife was commenting in just a couple of weeks we will be making pumpkin and apple pies for for the family thanksgiving feast.

I like pumpkin pie. Anyone who doesn't is a (insert random inflammatory sociopolitical group name)

when considering pies that are traditional for this time of yr …. while I like pumpkin just fine … I'd rather have pecan

Now I want Pie, or maybe cupcakes.

As a Canadian, I have to point out that both pumpkin and pecan pie are stupid, and couldn't get along in a cusinart.

What do you guys eat, moose pies?

during the last presidential election I voted alongside someone that was mentally handicapped being led by a nurse/caregiver. So nice to know that my vote counts the same as someone who doesn't know enough to decide issues for themselves and may well be just another vote cast by the "nurse"

Halibut are almost the same as flounders right?

Mitchell wrote: What do you guys eat, moose pies?

better than cow pies

Woody wrote: My home town has a very large elderly population and on election day, there are buses available to bring them to the polls. Today, as I parked my car and started walking down the sidewalk toward the library to vote, a bus pulled up and an elderly gentleman stepped off. I held the door open and let him walk in ahead of me. Volunteers greeted us at the door to direct us to the proper check in table. The tables are grouped alphabetically, based upon your home address. "What street do you live on?" the girl asked. "I don't know", came the response. "What is your address?" she asked again. "I don't know." "Where do you live?" "I don't know, they just told me to get on the the bus and vote." Best of luck, America...

Nothing funnier than an elderly man with Alzheimer's trying to do his civic duty.

LMFAO

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