Tuesday Was Voting Day

I was out of the picture yesterday because I was doing my civic duty (No! Not jury duty – that is not a civic duty.  Anything that you are ‘asked’ to do by the County, State or Federal Government under threat of punishment is not doing your duty. It’s doing as you are commanded.)

Anyrant, after five years of working in the voting precincts in my county, I was given my own precinct.  This precinct was divided between my county (Cherokee) and Fulton (Atlanta) County and represented a small community of 400 plus registered voters.   This is an off year election and all that was on the ballot in many areas was some mayoral, city councilmen and some tax issues.  City council and a tax issue were all that was on our ballots.  My voters didn’t get to vote on the big issue.

The big issue ballot item that was the most controversial and attracted the most attention was the sale of alcohol on Sundays.  I cannot tell you how I voted on this issue because I truly believe that your voting choices are sacred and secret.  But I can tell you that I am as happy as a teen in a whore house with his dad’s Gold Card that it passed.

In many of the wet counties, Sunday sale of booze is allowed in restaurants and clubs, but cannot be purchased retail in liquor stores (closed on Sundays) or grocery stores.  Now we will be able to buy a six-pack or a bottle of juju juice any day of the week.

My precinct didn’t have that option because there are no businesses in the city or that portion of the county.  It is a small mountain side community like you see in a coffee table picture book with a lake and a park in the center of town.  Quiet a lovely place, but no shopping outlets.

Begrudgingly I have to think all you Yankee interlopers who have moved down here bringing you’re shopping habits with you.  There seems to be more of you than the Baptist this time.  Over the years, it was the Baptist and Methodist ‘Christians’ who would vote down any attempt of this caliber. But now that we have you ‘Godless Yankees’ down here, we are able to move on into the 21^st Century.  And I believe our gentile ways have also changed many of you, too.  Why you almost never hear of Yankee’s eating their young down here.

Okay, back to the subject.  I had a great crew who enjoyed greeting and assisting the voters, and they made my job much easier.  I only had a few questions and concerns presented to me by the voters and after I slapped their jaws a couple of times, they went off and voted like I told them too. 

So if you want a fun experience and put in twelve to fourteen hours of meeting, and greeting interesting voters and socializing with a great team of people, join your county voter’s team.  I even got to work with an old high school friend, Barry, who had much information on some of our alumni.  And after all, it’s only one day and you can make a couple of new friends and, if you are a people watcher, really enjoy the sights.

And VOTE!  The USA, State, and County needs you.

Shame On Georgia

I'm a Red Dirt Georgia Boy, born and bread. I love my state. I love my Southern Hertige. I love GRITS. But sometimes my people can really piss me off.

Yesterday I spent the day working at my local precinct because it was election day. Fourteen hours makes for a long day, especially when you are just reading, talking, walking around wondering were everyone is.

Admittedly, Georgia is set up for early voting and many people take advantage of that feature. But most vote on election day.

Not so much!

With over 2,800 plus or minus voters registered, we had 378 people come in today. What is wrong with your people? This country is in a turmoil and your voice needs to be heard. Are you that fucking lazy? Regardless of what you think, your vote does make a difference. All the totals are made up on one vote at a time. Make yours one of them.

A lady coming through today said she heard on the news that Georgia is 48th in the Nation in voter turn out. I don’t know if that is true or not, but there sure weren’t any souls marching through my precinct.

Sham on you, Georgia.

America's 1st Sgt Needs Your Support

**UPDATE: Guys, Please go over and vote for Mike. He is rocking back and forth for 1st place and can really use your help - Please**

(It's hard on a 1st Sgt (who is reading Physics) to accept that he is at the beck and call of his master - his canine friend)

Peeps, I need your help and support for a true Marine.

Sgt 1st Class Michael Burk (know as America's 1st Sgt to the blog world,) over on my sidebar as Castra Praetoria (Roman Guards of the Castle), is in the running for a milblog award in the Marine branch of voting.

Milbloggers awards was launched in 2005 to recognize military, family and friend blogs for their contribution to blogging, news and information, and to the military over the past year.

So go to Castra Praetoria and read some funny, informative and insightful posting from a true Marine and lover of freedom, family and the Corps.

Then go to Milblogging Voting site to register and vote.
It is a quick registration-- just think up a user name and a password.

The link goes to your email which you hit to go back to the milblogging.com page. This will either take you to the voting page or if you go to the main page, on the upper right hand corner of the main page title bar it will say Milbloggies. Hit that link, hit Marine Corps, hit Castra Praetoria.

It cost you nothing and will help put a great guy over the top. And you know how Marines love to win.

Thanks, peeps! I knew I could count on you.
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