Being clerk is tough

“Ugly Betty” Beth White doesn’t seem to be able to do the job any better than that hot little honey Doris Anne Sadler, so apparently looks don’t have anything to do with whether or not you’re competent…although Doris Anne was probably more competent a clerk in her little finger than Beth White is in her entire body.
Anyway, I gather there are problems all over town (or at least there were earlier) because nobody thought to charge the batteries in the voting machines. Check out IndyUndercover for the details.
I didn’t have any trouble voting. Mine was the 103rd ballot cast in the precinct as of about 11AM, and my only complaint is that the poll workers were uninterested in my mention of the fact that my mother’s registration in the precinct isn’t valid anymore. So the clerk’s office is going to get a nasty note from me about it, because this is about the third election since she moved that I’ve mentioned it, and nothing has been done. (I’m guessing that if she were registered Republican, it would have happened immediately after the Dumbs took over the clerk’s office, but since she’s a registered Democrat, they didn’t see any need to do anything so abrupt…you never know, she might move back.)
While I was out, some guy called and left a message asking us to vote for Bart. I was really sorry I missed the call, I really wanted to tell a Democrat canvasser that I wouldn’t p*ss in Bart’s mouth if his guts were on fire.
Fun stuff, really. Hopefully Bart and Monroe and Ron and all those worthless Dumb f*cks will go down in flames tonight. It would be like Guy Fawkes’ Night a day late.