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However, there does seem to be a virtual world out there, the population of which is increasing by leaps and bounds. Perhaps it started with the mythical families of enthusiastic voters, living at mythical addresses, created for Loretta Sanchez in her fraudulent campaign against good old B-1 Bob Dornan.
Then there were the cloned licenses issued by the Hispanic Affirmative Action Bureaucrat Brotherhood in the CA DMV. Now we have the FBI attempting to interview 500 New Orleans policemen about why they didn't show up for work during Katrina. They had a great excuse. Although they were drawing salaries, they didn't exist!
This has to stop. I don't mind the occasional dead voter being carried on the books, after all it's possible I knew the guy and how he should vote. But I loathe the idea of virtual, which is to say imaginary, voters. Theologically unsound.