And I was only interested in the Board of Education, anyway

So West Virginia had their primary election yesterday, as I'm sure everyone knows since for some reason, Hillary Clinton has basically lived here for the past several days (Dear New York - Please take her back. Thanks lots. Love, Kim). I left the clinic where I'm working on some days of the week (a great little rural clinic near my house - I mean, near my real home, my parents' house) and realized it was about 7:17PM. Usually not a problem, but I was about 15 minutes from my polling place, closing at 7:30PM, and I was dead-set on voting because I wanted to vote against the current Board of Education president. Under her public face, she doesn't really care about education - sports are much more worthwhile* - she doesn't stand behind the great teachers of our county (the only ones who care enough about the kids to try to give them a chance at a better life, instead of continuing the welfare cycle.) She says ladylike and professional things at county commission meetings (which are taped, by the way) such as threatening to "cut off the balls" of a guy she disagrees with. Nice, huh? She could have at least said "castrate". And also, whenever she's quoted in our county newspaper Democrat Party spin machine, her grammar makes me want to hide in a corner and never come out.

But that's just my opinion.

I rolled in at about 7:31PM, meeting Mom & Dad on the way, and ran down the hall to my precinct's room.

Me: Am I too late???

Republican pollworker: No, come on in!

Democrat pollworker: She can't vote! The polls are closed!

Republican pollworker: Are those machines still on?

Some guy: Yes ...

Republican pollworker: Then she can vote! Come on in!

Meanwhile, I was doing this interesting in-out-in-out peepee dance in the doorway while they kept giving me conflicting information. The rest of the story - the machine still gave me a ballot and let me submit it, so I voted. A lot of good it did - The Queen of Bad Grammar (With Castration On the Side) got voted in anyway. Drat.

* Sports is ONLY more important if a kid happens to be 6'11 in the 12th grade and headed for a pro career. Otherwise, studying to keep yourself from being ignorant is a fantastic idea.

EDIT - I forgot something about the voting experience. There was a guy at the other machine who said that he couldn't read, so a pollworker was helping him. She asked who he wanted for president, and he said, "The white woman!" Ha.