Voter manipulation
I thought I was pretty decisive in my political stance, but when I arrived at my polling place and found this crying Indian, I knew that my resolve about California Indian Gaming propositions 94-97 would be tested."I'm not sure if I agree with you, Crying Indian," I said.
"No heap deal," he said. "After this gig, I'm Spiderman at the Chinese Theatre."
Once inside, a representative of the old ladies' cabal that rigs all elections looked me over and said (I'm not kidding), "You are Democrat, Yes?"
"Yes, but how did you know?"
"Here is ballot."
Previously: Good Mittance
See also: The Crying Indian Commercial; "Iron Eyes" Cody dies
Labels: los angeles, politics
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by Marty Barrett at Tuesday, February 05, 2008
4 Comments:
Was your fly down? I'm just askin'...
I knew those little old ladies were up to something. Now I see why they have such low mileage cars to trade, their actually traveling around in quiet black helicopters. I think that now I can blame them for the Bush, Iraq, and the recession. I know it wasn't my fault!Regardless of who I voted for last time.
please excuse my grammer and spelling in the previous comment: obviously, I meant to add "in" after "trade" in the second sentence and "their" should have been "they're". Please excuse.
I need to start a band called The Quiet Black Helicopters.
...and is the joke that they knew I was a Democrat because my fly was down? Because I can assure you: by that method they would know me from a mile away.
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