A
Firkin of Bile
In case you haven't noticed there
are exactly three months to go until election Day,
which means a theoretical
forty-one
more
comics
lampooning
Donald Jehoshephat Trump. If anyone out there thinks
he's worth three dozen-plus wastes of my time, raise
your hands. Otherwise I may turn my nimble fingers
to matters of infinitely greater import, like littering,
or cleaning the bathroom, or keeping one's nails trimmed
to a proper length.
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Oregon employs a system of signature-verified
vote-by-mail and it works just fine, thank you very
much. I heartily prefer their system prefer it to the
easily-hackable computer voting booths we have here
in Texas. It's recountable and there's a paper record
of every voter, with a name and signature attached.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the
GOP is trying to
kill
the
U.S.
Post Office by requiring the USPS to fully fund
75 years of its pension plan in just ten years. Meaning
if the Constitutionally-guaranteed USPS eventually
flounders there'll be a huge traunche of loot to divide
among the victors. And that ain't you.
It also means vote-by-mail
would almost die still-born. So vote progressive, help
get that ridiculous law rescinded, and lets find better
ways to secure the vote.
=Lefty=
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