The Missourian identified records of deceased voters by comparing the first, middle, last names and dates of birth in two databases. The first database was the statewide voter registration list created earlier this year, and the second was the Social Security Administration’s “Death Master File,” which includes about 77 million death records compiled from 1937 through June of this year. The voter list was current as of Sept. 25.
There is a potential for error in the Missourian’s analysis. The Social Security Administration admits there are people in its master death index who are alive. This generally happens because Social Security numbers were, in some cases, shared by married couples.
To calculate the number of dead voters, the Missourian compared the date of death in the master index with the date of the last election the voter cast a vote. If the most recent election participation took place after the person died, we identified them as a dead voter in this story.
And their pets.
And the (vast) majority are Democrats, not so coincidentally.
I thought that a provisional ballot remedied the wrong removal of a registered voter from the rolls, while the fraudulent dead-voter was a problem without remedy. Gee, inconvenience versus fraud... I guess they decided to go with fraud.
NYC just cleared out thousands of dead voters. Some have been dead since 1953 but have voted in every election since. They were, of course, faithful democrats even after death. Now THAT'S party loyalty!
Dead voters continue to cast ballots in New York (?coincidentally? 4 of 5 are dems)
There's lots more dead people than that in Missouri. They're being disenfranchised big time.
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There, title is fixed.
Tiger Rag
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He's dead, Wendy. Let him go.
Missouri has evolved from the "Show Me" state to the
"Bury Me Deeper" state , it seems.
Proof that there is life after death. God is alive!
Bookmarked.
Thank you!
(MSM actual reporting and investigation alert!)
Just a little political humor. Sent to me by email. Enjoy...
While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a
truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so
we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the man
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have
you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to
spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down,
down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green
golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are
all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake
his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at
the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and
champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good
time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before
he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter
is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit heaven."
So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving
from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time
and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose
your eternity."
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never
have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would
be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to
hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting
it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't
understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a
golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne,
and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of
garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were
campaigning...... Today you voted."
May go late Tuesday to vote just to see if my husband voted. He died last April.
I don't think ten thousand dead will be enough to save Claire.
Dead people voting Democrat is sort of an article of faith for Democrats.
Sort of their version of The Ressurection in their religion.