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#35 | Posted by Sycophant
-It's not so simple.
-That's fine for those votes, but there are also these:

While these people had no substantive right to have their votes counted, Myers wrote, there is "sufficient evidence" that some people are mistakenly on the list and have no opportunity to contest their ineligibility, which "represents a unconstitutional burden on the right to vote."
(I'll leave it to you to discover exactly he's talking about here. It's in the primary source link):
www.newsobserver.com

-Also these:
Griffin wanted Myers to leave undisturbed the state courts' decisions, which also directed that most of the voters with otherwise ineligible ballots get 30 days to provide identifying information for their race choices to remain in the tally.

-Already dropped at the state level were these:
While Griffin initially challenged over 65,000 ballots, the number of votes in contention was significantly reduced by the Republican-dominated North Carolina Supreme Court last month when it rejected his largest challenge, which dealt with voters who didn't have certain identifying numbers in the state's registration database. The court ruled that this omission, which affected over 60,000 of the challenged voters, was likely not the voters' fault and therefore could not be used to cancel their ballots.

-So whose fault was it, this omission?

When Republicans took control of the elections board last week for the first time in nearly a decade

-I see, WHO was in charge of doing the registrations then? The registrations featuring this omission which affected over 60,000 registrations? THE DEMS WHO HAD CONTROL OF THE ELECTION BOARD FOR TEN YEARS? Gee I wonder if there's a pattern to these omissive entries, like, say.. CONCENTRATED IN HEAVY DEM DISTRICTS?

Read more at: www.newsobserver.com

#29 | Posted by donnerboy

One time someone sent me two hits by mail while I was at sea. My buddy and I had just started tripping good and were watching "The Devil's Rain" on the CCTV when the phone rang, it was for me- the goddamn line printer had stopped working, and they were printing paychecks. It was like 2AM. I went on down there and sent off some of the operators- a courtesy, you see, it was standard to cover each other like that, because I had different management than the ADP guys. I would give them time off, and they would reciprocate by not sending trouble calls when I was skating off somewhere.
But with paychecks on the line, and out at sea anyway, I had to get on it. These boys needed them checks, even at sea. Ain't no rest for the wicked! So it was only me and two DPs down there. They knew I was stoned, but not on what. It was all good, the great majority of everyone there was on something or other, or at least cool with it. They watched and laughed at me as I totally concentrated, silently except for talking to myself a little bit, on disassembling this hideous monster of a 20,000.00 state-of-the-art only-one-on-board chaintrain line printer capably of making 8 copies at once. I was able to figure out that she was shutting off for the ribbon feed sensor not sending it's assigned pulses, despite that I could see that plainly, the ribbon was moving. Ironically, this piece of Built In Test Equipment was causing the unnecessary failure. I laid out a shop rag and proceeded to disassemble the opto-electric mechanical mousetrap that was the sensor, laying each of the many tiny parts in order, listing to loud psychedelic and 70s rock music, really enjoying myself but at the same time thinking I was in tech trouble. Eventually I got tired of taking stuff apart, so I stopped. The DPs, beyond their amusement, watched curiously. I made thinking faces for a while, saying nothing to the DPs, then I started picking up the pieces and putting them back together, one at a time. What seemed like hours later, I ran out of parts. I felt like I had been through the desert on a horse with no name. I turned on the printer, and it came right up. It was a Devil's Rain pure *ucking miracle, but I hid my surprise. The DPs looked at me with awe. "*hit" they said. I went back upstairs and the movie was still playing. Me and Tom smoked some hash and finished the movie the end.

I remember one trip- in the summer- me and three other squids left Vallejo in the afternoon, dosed before leaving. I was driving us to SF, we were going to the lanetarium to see their Pink Floyd laser show, which was brand-new tech back then in 'aught seventy-nine. The acid kicked in on the drive- I expected that, but I didn't expect the traffic to be so onerous, everyone packed tight and going either 70mph (which was fast for then) or zero. I thought my life was gonna end that day. Somehow we made it to the laneterium, it was packed motionless, people doubleparked on the curb. I parked in about three lanes from the curb, basically ditched the 1967 Toyota Corona there because trip and panic. I opened another pauli girl and took off walking through the traffic to the entrance of the lanetarium. My friend Rich, who was a bit older than the rest of us- Rich got my attention- "Hey" he said. "When we come out of here, the rest of these cars might be gone. They may disappear". "Whoa" I said. "That's deep, man!" Somehow we managed to buy our get inside. Suddenly I found my skinny arm painfully clamped in a death grip. It was a cop! He was upset about the pauli girl! He pointed to a nearby trashcan and told me to throw it away! "OK" I said, walked to the trashcan, finished my beer and threw the bottle in the can. I went back to my friends, and again, the surprise skinny arm clamp from behind! Cop was mad again, said some gibberish. I had bruises from his fingers on my skinny arm area the next day. The show was great, very trippy. About midnight we went outside, and there sat my 1967 Toyota Corona, basically in the middle of the road. The rest of the cars had disappeared, just like Les (Rich) had prophesied! We got back in and proceeded south on the coast highway, driving and striving and hugging the curves. About half moon bay we spotted a cool pillbox, it was two stories. We ditched the car and drifted to the pillbox, exploring and climbing on it. We all ended up on the roof of the bunker, and I remember the elevation differences from the roof we were standing on, the deck of the second story which protruded porchlike from under the roof, the ground outside the pillbox, the beach and it's waves about 90 feet down- all these surfaces I apprehended as simply color and texture variations on a plane. It's a wonder we didn't step off. Anyway we went back to the car and eventually made it back to Vallejo. I don't remember anything after the pillbox. The end.

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