Today is the Texas Primary. We get to choose those that will be on the "ticket" this November. Every time I vote in a primary I get a feeling that I am choosing between being shot or stabbed.
Truth is that all politics are local. Politicians start off on a local level and when they have honed their skills in telling the truth, the whole truth and everything but the truth they move on to bigger and better spots. I told my financial controller that I would cast my vote for a particular candidate because his opponent ran TV ads proclaiming him to be crooked. My thought was that he would not have to take up time learning to be a crook when he got into office. I voted for him for that reason.
I really wanted to vote several times, but my controller wouldn’t let me. She assured me that I would get caught and charged with voter fraud, even if I was doing it to prove that our election laws should require voters to present a picture ID.
Surely the election officials in my tiny burg would have believed me when I told them I was Mrs. Eric Holder.
I might have to shave first.
PMO
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