I have survive a week on the ballot board and only two more days to go.  I’ve only gotten into one fight.

The Republicans have a new voter suppression plan:  We have a retired Republican judge who wants to disallow every ballot where the signature doesn’t exactly – dammit, exactly – on the back of the ballot envelope to the application.  Okay, 98% of people who get a mail ballot are either over 65 or disabled.  They requested these ballots back in January.

I am over 65.  If I go from January to the end of October without falling down, smacking my head against the top of the car door, having my shoulder go out on me, forgetting where I put the damn ballot when it arrived and having to fish through the garbage to find it, or can find the same pen in October that I used in January, then y’all throw flowers on me because I am dead.

Sometimes I use my birth name as my middle name, sometimes I don’t.  He hates that so I will continue to do it forever in his damn honor.  If you sign one with a felt tip and the other with a ball point, you have forsaken your right to vote.  If your T isn’t crossed at exactly the same level or your I isn’t dotted in the exact same place you put it January, he will defend his right to void your right to vote.

Sumbitch needs to get a damn life.  I am going to sign him up on every liberal email list I can find and make donations in his name to every damn Democrat in Texas.  He’ll be so swamped with mail and email that we’ll have to get professional spelunkers to come find him.

That’s how liberals do things.