Don't sweat the little punky pukes.
That vote test is one of the more despicable things around.
Little numbnuts.
But private voting is also on the way out. Databases like People locators on blueberrys hooked up to voting machines means voting lists that'll display your vote aren't too far off.
After all, if you don't have anything to hide......
I don't.
Like I said, I've got thick ankles. And the little anklebiters are so dense that they Just Don't Get It and go nipping at my ankles even more when I point that out, and then pat themselves on the back for their savoir faire.
Reminds me of the joke about the idiot who walks into a bar with a pile of $#!+ in his hands, who says, "Hey, look at what I almost stepped in!"
That vote test is one of the more despicable things around.
Chilling, isn't it. Not for what it is, but for what it indicates. (There's nothing particularly scary about a couple of dark, hook-shaped clouds stirring about in no particular direction on a hot, swelteringly hot, humid day. But, when you realize what they indicate, well... it's head for the basement time.)
But private voting is also on the way out. Databases like People locators on blueberrys hooked up to voting machines means voting lists that'll display your vote aren't too far off.
After all, if you don't have anything to hide......
Welcome to the future.
"If you want a vision of the future; imagine a bootheel, stamping on a human face forever."
--George Orwell