Yesterday, I had lunch with a group of Tea Partiers out in Palatine, Illinois while continuing research into two important projects dear to me (stopping the Marxist indoctrination in Chicago Public Schools and preventing voter fraud). I was impressed by how passionate this group of people was, and how invested they are in doing something about ballot tampering, malfeasance with electronic voting machines, and other avenues of voter fraud here in Illinois.
During lunch, the topic of the dead voting in states like Illinois came up — and I suggested that everyone start seeing themselves as vote defenders and slayers of zombie voters. Wouldn’t it be great if the next time you’re at some event, and someone asks you, “What do you do?” you answered with “I stop the dead from voting”. Then, instead of having a conversation with a stranger about people you might know in common in the accounting or lion taming fields (depending on what you “do” as a day job), you could talk about stopping the dead from voting in American elections.
Thinking about all this, I realized that many years ago, in the 1992 elections (before I was old enough to vote), I was offered the opportunity to illegally vote in Cleveland, Ohio but turned it down because I knew it was wrong.
This happened at the polling place for my neighborhood, when my mother and grandmother went to vote and I came with them, but stood to the side. While they were behind the curtains in the little booths set up in the grade school auditorium, the woman working the table (in this very heavily Democrat district) motioned for me to come over and asked me if my name was “Joseph”. I told her it wasn’t, and that Joseph was my grandfather — who had been dead for many years.
Since Joseph was still on the voting rolls, the woman said “It’s a shame that vote’s just going to waste…why don’t you go vote for Clinton too, like your mom and grandma” and she encouraged me to sign the book as my grandfather and vote for him as if he was still alive.
I wanted to vote for Clinton — and would have if I had been old enough — but I didn’t want to impersonate my grandfather and sign the voting book in his name and take a ballot.
However, I was encouraged to do just that and could have easily gotten away with it.
This anecdote is a unique situation since I just happened to be there, no one was watching this woman (who clearly wanted Clinton to win Ohio and was doing everything she could in the race to make sure as many Democrats as possible voted…even the ones who were dead), and there were three people registered with our same last name and only two of them showed up to vote that day.
I can’t tell you how often something like this happens — but I have to wonder if this is still going on in Ohio, since there doesn’t seem to be any more barriers to such voter fraud today than there were back when I was in high school.
Have you ever had an experience like this, where someone offered you a chance to vote for a dead person?
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