🏇Working12 hours as a poll worker I observed citizens hug their red and blue cheat sheets while assisting in ballot processing. These sheets are from their parties and tell them which candidates and amendments to vote for. Thoughts of horse racing are triggered in my observations, however, the stakes are higher than any daily double.🏇
This has been a fascinating experience and I encourage any election denier to work the polls. Perhaps this should be a sentence for those making these accusations. Viewing the scrutiny of the process with its many checks and balances gives credence to the process.
In America we are fortunate that the process does hum.
There have been few inappropriate t-shirts, baseball hats, and questionable jokes, however, some will always be suspicious despite factual answers. Maintaining a “Switzerland,” face discourages engagement. At the sites we have had as many as 900 voters daily. This is in a county of 265,000.
The most popular question, and this occurred only 5 times in 8 days working –
“What company made this voting machine?”
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It was wonderful to see Americans come together cooperatively.
Today I begin my new job. I will be a poll worker in a red county as a blue voter. Yes, I will keep my mouth shut, and as I was once told – “Two ears, one mouth use them accordingly.”
Have to watch those eyes also..
When I had the gall bladder surgery I informed the office I would be unable to work, however, they continued to check on me. Nice touch. Heard from others that though it was a 12 hour day much time is spent sitting so I retained my schedule, and have actually added days. Pay is nominal, but have been unable to work since February so every little bit helps. Then when I checked the schedule noted many empty slots.
There is a great need for workers.
Studies prove mail in ballots are as safe as in person voting. ?Cheaper? Let me know.
I see this as my civic duty, and while it may prove more dangerous than my psych nurse days when I got my head and other bodily parts knocked in, it is my duty as a citizen.
Am sure there will be many untold stories from this event.
Recently, Rachel Maddow branched out into a Podcast. It’s on Apple and topping the Podcast circuit. The episodes last 30 to 40 minutes, and discuss historical as well as present day American events. Am looking forward to listening as I continue my post-op recovery. Know it will be riveting, and informative.
As I watch the news, and read about our country I become discouraged. Don’t you? There are so many issues not being addressed, and today we digressed with the inability to codify Roe vs. Wade. Next will be birth control purchase, and gay rights. It’s all on the maga supreme court agenda. However, would they ever outlaw vasectomy???? Ha! Ha!
joe manchin might as well become a republican. Biden told him to rewrite the American Rescue Plan so we could get this passed, he reneged. Biden poll numbers continue to fall, but with the cards dealt he’s moving mountains considering his lack of support. If we had orangeade in that seat we’d be fighting with the russians.
Which brings me to mc connell, and while spell check tells me I spelled it wrong, and it should be capitalized, he deserves neither. He needs to go, and I refuse to capitalize anyone’s name who deserves no respect. If a republican has any ideas, or balls they are unable to go against the party. Upon republican arrival in DC they are required to sign on to anything the party endorses, or loose campaign money. Power is more important than ethics to these pack animals, and even more important than oath. Thus we have a blocked 50/50 senate.
I often wonder what the grandchildren of these republicans think of their actions as it affects their world. Personally, it infuriates me as I believe we need to leave our kids a better place. However, not all think that. On a trip to of all places russia I met a Jewish “grandma” from Miami who voted for the orange guy, and when I asked about her grandchildren’s future she said,
The idea for honoring African Americans and their contributions to America first came with Carter G. Woodson, in 1926. Considered the “father of black history,” he envisioned a week long celebration focusing attention on notable black Americans.
His idea grew, and by 1969 Kent State University students and educators promoted his idea with February chosen as Black History Month, due to the birthday of Abraham Lincoln, (2/12), and Frederick Douglass, (2/14). In 1976, President Gerald Ford recognized the month during our bicentennial year 50 years after celebrations had begun.
Don’t know much about football, and unable to even name a team, but, know one thing, it is an industry with a lack of coaching diversity. With 70% of players black, only 1 in 9 coaches are.
Why? Most owners are wealthy white men.
The Brian Flores lawsuit which calls attention to this situation will be one which is interesting to watch in this billion dollar industry. I am cheering for a verdict in Flores favor.
To me it is a slam dunk, is this football?? It would seem to me that black players would better respond and work with black coaches thus causing player contentment, team functioning, thus wins!
I love New York City and the main reason is the diversity. While those who reside here may never consider America “their home,” or “their country,” I understand. This is not to say that it doesn’t bother me at times, but, I try to walk in their shoes as the Indian proverb states, and it brings me back to reality.
Currently I am working in a hospital with Russian nurses. With the sleepless nights I experience thinking of the imminent war with Russia I wonder how this will play out. Of course, they have one advantage as they speak their native tongue. I will have no idea what they are saying and perhaps that is for the best.
Parents of Michigan shooter who killed classmates in court. Why would you buy your child a gun?
UCLA gyn settlement of $243.6 million for sexual misconduct. Wonder if they’ll ever get Jim Jordan for his inaction on the wrestling allegations when he was in charge??????????????????
House passes a sweeping bill to upgrade the USPS. It had bipartisan support and headed for the senate.
As global warming proceeds I get more and more concerned. But what concerns me most is the reaction of our government in doing nothing about it. In Florida there are days when you cannot breathe as it is stifling.
The reaction of Florida seniors alarms me. They pine about their grandchildren, however, when I bring this issue up they state, “I don’t care I’ll be dead.” Then I say, “Do you love your grandchildren?,” and they get nasty.
Signing up for this event I had little idea what to expect only that it sounded fun, and it was difficult to get a reservation. Luckily, someone declined and I received a late minute invite. Since this spurred my curiosity even more I was on my way!
The evening began with sun and a cool breeze as I drove to this unknown location through the farmlands of North Carolina. Allowing cars to pass at record speed on this back road I pursued at the speed limit relying on Waze and my instincts to find the place.
Once seeing the sign I turned down a dirt road passing Whiskey, the farm horse as the sign said, and found a gazebo like structure with a small shed to the side and port a potties. Under the gazebo were many “hens,” (women), clucking so I surmised this must be the place.
After leaving the car I walked into the area taking a seat at the picnic table. This was no ordinary picnic table as it was adorned with fine china, cloth napkins, silverware, and gorgeous sunflowers in small milk bottles.
As the hens clucked I listened to stories of a husband’s heart attack regaling this was the second one, and with a stent placed by the female doctor he was back to work in 4 days. Apparently, the ’95 heart attack took 4 months for recuperation and wasn’t medicine amazing! Then stories of returning to school and getting their classes in order began. Apparently, this was a teacher table.
The hens to the right of me discussed places they wished to visit. Since I had been to all of them I was able to add to the conversation. The group leader then announced prayer and we were off to the buffet table.
A small repast of pulled pork sandwiches, tomatoes, chips, and of course, Mt. Olive pickles, was served. Dessert was a selection from blueberry or chocolate chip cheese cake which had a graham cracker crust, and whip cream topping served in 3 oz ball jars. What a delicious fete.
Next was a visit to the animal yard where a cow, several goats, and a rambunctious mule were viewed. Here we received our first peek at the spectacular sunflower fields. Oh, wouldn’t Jennifer Aniston, whose favorite flower is the sunflower, loved this party. And maybe Van Gogh would get another painting out of it.
After our visit to the animals where one brave rooster, (man), showed us around, he drove 25 hens to the even more spectacular sunflowers at the far end of the field. Giggles and laughter continued as more stories were shared on the hayride. These new stories involved grand kids and telling them the Jesus story if they wish to have a return visit to grandma’s. While I wasn’t quite sure what the Jesus story was it enlightened me.
Arriving at the new field we disembarked the wagon and explored the new field which was filled with another explosion of yellow beauty as the sun set. As we shared clippers more socialization occurred with many oohs and aahs exclaiming the flowers beauty.
Time to return to the gazebo and leave. Dismounting the hay filled wagon the donkey continued to run by cavorting and jumping with no one still unable to catch him, even me with a camera..
In a calmer moment.
The end to a delightful evening with many memories, and new stories. This is the second year of the event, and surely this will become an annual event. The Odom’s also have a Corn Maze and Pumpkin Fest which begin 9/21.
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