Chalk us up America. Count us among the counted.
Frank and I went to our polling place, Bluegrass Elementary School in Knoxville TN, and got our democracy on. We went around lunch time in hopes of seeing some people and waiting in line. That would have at least given us someone to interview. Alas, no joy. Joint was pretty empty. Tennessee is an ID required state. So that one extra stop to prove who I was caused the whole experience to last 3.6 minutes.
When we were leaving we ran into one volunteer working for Senator Becky Duncan Massey, running for re-election in the Tennessee 6th district. So we talked to her. She was neither a ball of energy, nor a font of knowledge. Frank gave me the high sign to keep the questions simpler and more generic. The young lady had “not seen very many people and the weather was turning out fine.”
That’s it. She was spent. She didn’t have to work too hard, we were voting for Massey anyway. But I decided if she burned any more brain cells answering our questions she might not find her way home. That’s the hard hitting, deep political insight, we provide here at Unfiltered and Unfettered. Be advised, had this lady come to my door two weeks ago, it only would have encouraged me to vote for Massey’s opponent.
So that was a total bust. Next step, on to Kroger to get groceries/supplies for the impending armageddon based on tonights winner.
Here is a shot of Frank going into the polling place.
Disregard that little sign above his head. Frank did vote. I moved the wheel and he hit the button when it got to a name he liked. Sort of like Democracy Roulette. Surprisingly he liked Mitt Romney. It makes him laugh when I say Mitt. He also hit the big red button that casts the ballot once you’re done spreading freedom. So my ballot is probably invalid. But Frank liked it.
He thinks he’ll like democracy.
First polls close in an hour and a half.