Well wouldn't you know the Gonzo journalist on the right old RT Stillwell?
I've got myself a tale of pure voting horror.
I hadn't really considered voting this primary, as I live in a primarily blue district, but I happen to watch enough of the broadcast television news, to get my ass mobilized off the couch and to the polling place.
So that I did.....
So many people and so much traffic in this area! I was lucky I didn't get into a collision on the way over after what I had been doing with wild turkeys earlier on in the day. Some say birds. Some say turkey?
Some say no harm no foul.
Taking a break to go vote, I didn't suspect I was just about to come face to face with Communism.
So I get on the road.
I was fortunate that I'm not that far from polling station, because of my city location.
So I arrive at the polling place.
It was a gathering of residents in North Carolina, to do what democracy is meant to do. Have elections....
That's actually the primary thing that we believe in or at least I know I believe in.
We have this crazy notion that leaders must bow out at some point, and give leadership to a new elected leader.
That's called democracy baby!
Well what I experienced did this downtown polling place was far from democracy, or at least was in some sense of the term.
I'm downtown in the line outside the library just waiting there minding my own business. As I constantly do as a proud tobacco addict, I was having a stogie or two.
I don't really pry into other peoples affairs, it's the way of the samurai. A samurai as such does not wish to intrude. A samurai does not wish to break status quo formal display rituals.
And wouldn't you know it this samurai, and I don't say this term very strictly, but this samurai hears somebody over their shoulders say this,
"Are you going to pick up your cigarette butt"
So I respond the following,
"Oh it's okay I removed the filter.,"
And then I just go about my business as if there's no problem & mind my own business, no harm no foul.
Although I had just had a bit of a meeting with wild turkeys as such...
The guy peeps up again,
"Are you going to pick up your trash?
I see red.
Now I'm a big guy.
And an angry Irish drunk.
And as I had mentioned, I'd been in a dialectic between my self & an iced Wild Turkey beverage, in such a way as to present me with an existential problematic.
So now that I see red....
I may have some black holes in my memory in regards to recollecting what occurred.
It was just a whirling dervish of politique.
So I say something as far as I recall to the effect of,
"At least I stand in support of Netanyahu as opposed to being un-American".
He chortles as if he's bemused.
For the third time this little cracker says,
"Aren't you going to pick up that cigarette butt?"
Frustrated by the facticity of that I'm dealing with a hardcore extremist anti-fascist pig,
I simply threw up my arms, and said,
"You know what?"
And walked back to my car voiceless, got back home to where I am now relating this story.
And I'm proud of myself for not giving in to my base nature.
I didn't curse.
I didn't flick anybody off.
I didn't even play some badass music as I went through the parking lot next to where they were standing in line to vote.
I just left.
And stop I did.
RT stillwell


