Voting in Texas
Today is the first day of early voting in Texas. I went to the courthouse annex to vote, a place we affectionately call CountyMart because it’s an abandoned old WalMart. You feel like you’re in a BF Skinner experiment in there – no windows, all mazes.
Anyway, I was a happy woman before I even entered the building because Bubba got up early this morning and put this in the parking lot.
For those of you new here, local Democrats around here make bets on when Bubba is going to end up in the emergency room during the campaign. They know it is going to happen, but they bet on when. Let’s see, more than once he cut himself and had to get stitches while cutting zip strips. He broke his hand one year and put up five more signs before he went to the emergency room because he wanted to finish before dark. His hand was the size of a Easter ham when he got there.
Last election, he got chased by a vicious chicken while we were block walking in Arcola and I could not stop laughing long enough to help him. Bubba grew up in the city. I didn’t. He tripped and fell face first in a church parking lot while leafleting on a Sunday morning. Oh yeah and he got chased by a National Inquirer reporter once, which is a whole ‘nother story.
So, it’s officially election season in Texas and it’s my job to keep Bubba out of the emergency room. Y’all wish me luck.
But….do you have GOOD INSURANCE?????
1Things not to take literally:
Bloodsport.
Sign wars.
Blood, sweat and tears.
It’s all fun and games until someone loses a…
Give ’til it hurts.
Skin in the game.
Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory lasts forever.
OK that last one is true.
You go, Bubba!
2I just voted at the heaviest ealy poll in San Antonio. Turnout is light, more Ds than Rs. We need to push our vote out!
3I’ll wish both you and Bubba luck– and keep laughing . . . .
4Maybe you orta fix him up a little first aid kit to haul around in his pocket, sort of a ziploc bag full of alcohol wipes and bandages and stuff like that, you think? And maybe a cute young assistant to go along with him to remind him where the steps are and stuff like that? Oh that’s right, that would be even more distracting….I get distracted easy too.
Bubba’s my HERO and you kin tell him I said so.
5p.s. I wanna hear the NATIONAL ENQUIRER story about Bubba….
6No pain, no gain . . .
7I was the 16th person to vote in Sabine County. I wanted to get there earlier but was reading your site and a couple of others and couldn’t pull myself away from the computer.
8While your voting check out the referenda included in the GOP primary. In Texas it includes a vote on whether or not, “Government should be prohibited from restricting the content of public prayer.” What do you suppose those folks want to pray for, or against, that they fear could be restricted?
Texas does not have a monopoly on lunacy; what are the hot button Republican issues in other states?
9Maybe that chicken was attempting to avenge a lunch Bubba had at a KFC once…chickens can be vindictive, you know.
10Bubba, I’m toasting you this very minute.
11We had the Presidential Primary a long time ago..but they forgot there are other offices so we have to have ANOTHER Primary in August. Could we please borrow Bubba here in Citrus County, FL. We need him badly…and I promise I won’t let any chickens get after him… Be glad your legislature didn’t decided at the last minute to change the Prez Primary date on you all over there. BUT..it got our Rethuglicans in trouble and they are getting slapped up the side of the head at the National Rep Convention..even though it’s gonna be here in Tampa. You all could pray for a hurricane or himmicane about that week. It’d be more fun than a barrel of monkeys to watch them all scramble trying to figure out what to do!
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