New Yorkers can move to Florida and avoid this continual B$ from their mayors and touchie, feelie, grabbie governor.
I live and vote in the bluest part of the very Blue state of Maryland.
When I went to vote last November, I handed my registration card and driver’s license to the poll worker, as I’ve always done when I’ve voted in person.
You would have thought I’d presented her with the Mark of the Beast. She wouldn’t touch them, and waved her hands in the air saying, ‘I don’t wanna see that! I don’t wanna see that!”, and just asked for my name and address.
I wondered how in heck she could possibly know that I was who I claimed to be.
But I’m betting that when I vote next time, they’ll demand to see my proof of vaccination - which shots I couldn’t have received without showing official ID.
Go figure...