A threaded tale
It’s 4 days after the election and most of our votes have been cast and tallied. I rest uneasy, unsure about mine.
This is my tale of suspicious happenings in a place outside of checks and balances which I’ll call the voter-void.
Please, join me on this voter’s disturbing journey through our American democracy.
It was then I realized I hadn’t received my absentee ballot. 😨
A man, clearly agitated and on edge, walked briskly by and said in a distinctly angry tone, “I hope you’re in the right place. They’re sending me to the library.”
In front of me a man bickered with the woman behind the table.
Unable to do otherwise, because of both the small quarters and my rising unease, I listened in to end of their hair-raising exchange.
“I have been coming to this location for the last 20 years.”
Without notice, polling locations were changed.
“You’re signed up as a permanent absentee voter,” the registrar said.
“I never got my absentee ballot,” I said.
Not one person at that registration table at my polling location had asked to see a single form of identification!
I actually laughed out loud when I came face to face with a comic caricature of a voting machine that looked more archaic and less functional than a discarded VHS tape. 😱
Please share any strange, unexplained or eerie happenings you experienced or heard about while trying to vote from the #VoterVoid. Let’s compile a list. To keep the darkness at bay & our democracy alive.