Gubernatorial is a Funny Word
Voting can be very confusing. There’s all those names in there. People you’ve never heard of. It’s almost like a truck station bathroom stall. ”Vote Phil Bryant for a good time!” “Haley Barbour was here – 2010!” Who are these people? Are they imaginary? Are we playing pretend right now? Then you have to remember who your parents told you to vote for, but mostly who they said not to vote for because that person is a dick. I generally go along with them because I sure don’t want a dick in office. Do you? No, of course you don’t. No one likes dicks. “Dave Dennis loves dicks!” Damn it.
I’ve just realized that maybe the bathroom stall analogy doesn’t work very well for the majority of you. Do you city folk even recognize the machines in the comic as voting booths? You’ve probably had electronic booths for decades. We finally have them now but the first time I voted, which was only a few years ago, we had these monstrosities. Walk in, pull the huge lever, and the door slams shut on you like an iron maiden. WHAT DO? I guess you could panic and duck out under the curtain, but then you’d look silly.
- Chase