Moonbats and Asshats were certainly rife on Super Tuesday.
For weeks to come, we’ll keep hearing political commentary from people who have about as much grasp on politics as Pope does on WWII History.
*cough*
As I was voting with a change of Address and voting venue, I was at the polls for quite a while watching and listening to people. It’s an adamantly blue-collar, pro-union district, so naturally there are a lot of blue voters, especially of the “Damn Yankee!” variety — the type who get “Damn” attached to the beginning of their titles because they won’t go home. *snicker*
So I began to take notes of some of the conversations I overheard while waiting…
“What do you mean Democrat or Republican? How should I know? I wanna vote for Obama. Is he a Republican or a Democrat?”
Words cannot begin to describe my disdain for this particular style of voting. As surely as there’s lonely brain cell left to rattle around in a nearly empty skull, you should know something so basic about the person you’re giving your support to run the country.
“Oh, god, you know I’m a Democrat. Republicans are stupid. Hey, do I have to sign my name here where it says?”
I thought to myself, “No, just put an X, dipshit.”
“The only reason you won’t support Cinton is because you’re a man! I am sick to death of all the latent misogyny by the patriarchal anti-Clinton camp!”
No, apparently she wasn’t quite “sick to death,” as I could still hear her. It’s funny to me how it never occurrs to some people that it’s Hillary-bashing, not Woman-bashing. Which brings me to next part:
“You won’t vote for Obama ’cause you’re a racist!”
Umm … Ok. Of course, the same guy came out and said:
“Man, I voted for Hillary.”
*shakes head* So, uhh… He’s a racist? And proud of it?
Which brings up another:
“I scrolled to Obama and hit Cast Ballot. And the screen came up and said ‘Thank you for your vote.’ I think I messed up. Can I do it again? No? Man, you all are racist!”
Ya know… I just… How the… Why… *shakes head*
On a similar note:
“Uh, it says to press the Enter button. Is that the big green one that says Enter?”
I thought about saying, “Nah, it’s the big red one that says, ‘Cast Ballot,'” but since the last guy who made that mistake nearly went postal, I decided to just stand there and shake my head a while longer…
Finally, with my Failsafe paperwork approved, I was able to rejoin the line and make my way up to the registry official.
“Democrat or Republican?” the official asked the guy in front of me.
“Republican,” he whispered as quietly as possible.
“REPUBLICAN?” the official yelled.
“Uh, yeah, yeah,” he whispered, glancing nervously towards the jeers from around him.
He signed his name. He walked, with an, “Excuse me,” through the crowd and over to the Voting Booths. He cast his vote. He walked out.
When it was my turn, I did the same.
But I still wonder where all the animosity comes from.
If having different opinions is so bad, then why bother voting at all?