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In 2000, I walked into my local polling place, a middle-school gymnasium. I approached the registrtion table and noticed that two of the ‘officials’ were wearing DFL lapel pins. I found the person in charge and had them removed.

Not the pins. The people wearing them.

Same polling place, 2006 primaries.

I approach the registration table across the empty gym floor (it’s a primary, nobody ever shows up).

The ‘official’ behind the desk sees me coming and is already paging through ‘the book’ to find my name. He’s early 20’s, long snaggy hair in a ponytail, tattered cutoffs with a piece of rope for a belt, tanktop, barefoot with Birkenstocks.

He spins the book around and tells me to sign in.

I tell him that my last name doesn’t begin with ‘M’.

He says, and I quote: “Aww, dude, you look just like my old neighbor...”

I made some sort of comment about how voter fraud works and he snatches the book, turns around so I can’t see it and asks me my name. And my address. And for my photo ID.

He turns back around, obviously pissed off and tells me again to sign after my name.

I lean over the table and gaze at the book. He says: “Now, what’s wrong?!?”

I asked him if he realized that there is an oath to be read before you sign stating that you are actually the person that you say you are.

He’s really not happy now.

I sign, I vote.

And I had his ass removed, as well.

Folks, you gotta stand up and call these criminals out.