WARNING – ANGRY POLITICAL RANT FOLLOWS:
By now you’ve probably read an article or two about the absolute disaster of painfully obvious voter disenfranchisement and outright primary election-rigging that happened a couple of days ago in Arizona. 800,000 voters in Maricopa County where I live were forced to spend all day waiting in lines at just 60 polling places (the other 140 that the county normally has were closed down to “save money”) with some voters waiting past midnight to cast a ballot after polls closed at 7pm. Most were simply turned away or given provisional ballots that likely won’t be counted.
Additionally, thousands of long-time Democratic voters showed up at the polls only to find that their party affiliation had been mysteriously switched to Independent, leaving them unable to vote at all after waiting hours in line (Arizona doesn’t allow Independents to vote in primaries, effectively disenfranchising more than 60% of the voters in the state). When asked about the massive screw-ups, County Recorder Helen Purcell blamed “the voters, for getting in line” before rapidly backtracking after realizing what she’d just said (and yes, there’s a petition you can sign to have that leathery old c*nt fired). When the County Recorder in charge of the election doesn’t bother to hide her dislike of voters actually showing up to vote, you gotta know that something’s wrong.
So if you wondered why Arizona managed to somehow get called for Trump and Clinton before the votes had even been cast, let alone tallied, while other states that had primaries on Tuesday waited until the votes had actually been counted before being called for Sanders, well, wonder no more. They didn’t even try all that hard to pretend that the voters mattered at all. And you know what? We don’t.
END ANGRY POLITICAL RANT
(and back to your regularly scheduled program of calm, happy-making posts on typewriters and such.)
Addendum: and because there isn’t enough soul-wrenching depravity going on in the world, here’s an article about an artist turning old typewriters into guns: “Is mightier than…“