I worked as a part time counselor at a group home for adult mentally retarded while I was in college. The lib counselors were hauling clients to the polls in vans and telling them how to vote.
“I worked as a part time counselor at a group home for adult mentally retarded while I was in college. The lib counselors were hauling clients to the polls in vans and telling them how to vote.”
That was done out here in Wino Land for decades. I posted on FR how I parked my OJ Simpson Bronco past the 150’ or what ever it was at the time. I put a folding chair on the tailgate and part in the back of the OJ mobile and sat there with my camera. To take pictures of anyone doing what you posted at my voting place.
The rat poll watcher turned me into the police. When, I used my son’s range finder to show the cop, that I was past outside the boundary. The cop laughed and asked what I was doing. I said waiting to take pictures of the vans of people being dragged in to vote. He laughed and then told the rat, I was legal and what I was doing, and he left and gave me a crisp military salute, which I returned.
A few hours later, a friend a big Bubba pulled up in his big 4X4 red pickup, and I moved my suv so he could park there. He got out and set up a chair in his truck bed. Then, he set down with a cooler of soft drinks, a base ball bat and a large telephoto camera on a tri pod. Then, he gave the Rat poll watcher the famous one finger salute. I drove by the rat and told him to make our day with vans of mentally unable and illegal voters. Then, I saluted him and drove off.
“I worked as a part time counselor at a group home for adult mentally retarded while I was in college. The lib counselors were hauling clients to the polls in vans and telling them how to vote.”
That was done out here in Wino Land for decades. I posted on FR how I parked my OJ Simpson Bronco past the 150’ or what ever it was at the time. I put a folding chair on the tailgate and part in the back of the OJ mobile and sat there with my camera. To take pictures of anyone doing what you posted at my voting place.
The rat poll watcher turned me into the police. When, I used my son’s range finder to show the cop, that I was past outside the boundary. The cop laughed and asked what I was doing. I said waiting to take pictures of the vans of people being dragged in to vote. He laughed and then told the rat, I was legal and what I was doing, and he left and gave me a crisp military salute, which I returned.
A few hours later, a friend a big Bubba pulled up in his big 4X4 red pickup, and I moved my suv so he could park there. He got out and set up a chair in his truck bed. Then, he set down with a cooler of soft drinks, a base ball bat and a large telephoto camera on a tri pod. Then, he gave the Rat poll watcher the famous one finger salute. I drove by the rat and told him to make our day with vans of mentally unable and illegal voters. Then, I saluted him and drove off.