Don't you know who I am?: "But when it comes to determining who will push the nuclear button, ......, we, for the most part throughout America, don't even bother to ask who the hell is voting him in.
A friend of mine voted in the town elections the other day and was never asked who he was. He then asked the polling people if they had ever seen him before. He went on to say that he could'�ve used his neighbor's name, his mechanic's name and address and then waited until the first shift of poll workers went home and come back and voted again.
My, they were unnerved about it. Wow, they said, in unison. They'd never thought about that.
Did you also know, he went on, that Governor Lynch recently vetoed a bill that would've prevented this?
No, they all said, and were shocked that they hadn't heard a word about it.
No, America just stumbles along fat, dumb and happy, letting anybody at all drag into a polling place, not checking a thing, allowing the most brazen Democrats to vote over and over, with no concern evinced about who in the hell is determining the end user of the votes--the fellow with the nuclear football, the guy who can trumpet down the walls of Jericho, the man or woman who can flatten the planet, the woman who can sic the IRS on us.
It is a shame that the last place where no one knows my name, or anyone else's, is at my polling place.
Don't you know who I am?"
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