On Friday, October 26, 2012 3:29:51 AM UTC-4, Tommy Joe wrote:
> Beyond the Booth, by Tommy Joe
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> I had just finished voting and was on my way home on foot when I
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> was confronted by a man with a gun appearing from a deserted side
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> street. He was pointing it straight at my gut.
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> "What do you want?"
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> "I want to know who you voted for just now", he said.
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> I could tell the guy was nuts. He scared me, I won't deny it.
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> "What makes you think I voted for anyone?", I said, hoping to divert
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> his attention.
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> "I saw you come out of the booth", he said. "I've been
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> waiting." His gun arm tensed and edged forward as he asked again with
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> a raised voice, "Now, who did you vote for?"
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> "Do third parties count?", I asked.
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> "No, they do not", he said. "You have a 50/50 shot of being
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> right, so you better quit bullshitting around and just answer my
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> question right now before I fill your guts with lead."
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> I began to stammer, trying to buy time. I searched his face
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> and scanned his clothes for clues to what he wanted to hear. I
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> couldn't take my eyes off his gun but could see he was dressed in a
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> suit and tie with neatly pressed trousers over a pair of shiny brown
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> shoes. He's got to be a Republican, I thought. Sure, he's a
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> Republican. But I was not sure. It's hard to be sure about anything
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> under such pressure.
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> "Well", I continued, ever so slowly, trying to buy some time -
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> "as for the person for whom I voted - well, let's just say that, yes,
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> yes, as you say, I did vote - and even though voting is supposed to be
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> an anonymous right, which of course it is - I realize in this case -
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> with you pointing that gun at me and so little time for me to give the
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> answer - I realize it might be a different story in that case - but
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> really, I swear to God, as for my vote, well - let's just say that I
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> have the answer to your question and am prepared to give it
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> momentarily if you'll just give me a few seconds
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> more....................."
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> "You're starting to sound like a politician", he boomed. "No
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> more games. I want an answer. I'm going to count to 3." His already
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> extended gun arm snaked out even further as if attached to a spring.
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> "One, two..................."
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> "Ok, Ok", I cried. "As for my answer, well, let's just say,
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> as for whom I voted, well, let me explain - you see - I really didn't
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> know who I was going to vote for when I went into the booth, but I had
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> an idea - but then when I got inside the booth I got to thinking I
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> don't really know for sure. Should it be this guy or that guy, I just
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> didn't know - but then, you see, what happened next
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> But suddenly he interrupted my lame monologue and, for what I
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> was sure was the last time, as he began to count to 3. "One,
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> two.............", and that was close enough for me. I decided to
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> gamble on his appearance that he was a Republican. I told him I voted
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> for the Republican candidate.
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> "Wrong answer", he said, smiling. "The wing-tips got you,
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> didn't they?" And he was right, his attire and especially his wing-
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> tip shoes did play a big role in my decision.
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> "Sorry", he continued, "you voted the wrong way and now you're
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> going to die."
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> He had the gun extended all the way out pointed at my gut as
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> I raised my leg to block the bullet like Lee Harvey Oswald tried to do
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> when Jack Ruby shot him on national TV. He fired. It was loud. I
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> thought I was hit and screamed out before realizing the gun was fake.
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> He was using a starter pistol.
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> He was laughing. I wanted to rip his head off and stomp it
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> into the ground, but he was a big guy and obviously nuts on top of
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> it, so I figured let's just be glad it's over and it was only a joke.
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> As I turned to walk away he called out one last time and I turned to
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> hear him say, "Never judge a book by it's cover.” Then he pointed to
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> his conservative wing-tip shoes before jumping high in the air and
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> clicking his heels like a happy elf. Then he turned and walked away,
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> his laughter trailing off with each step yet still ringing in my ears
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> even as I write this 4 years later. I will not be voting this year.
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> I have learned my lesson.
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> TJ

Voting for piece of capitalist shit "A" vs capitalist piece of shit "B" is ****ing bullshit. Bring the mother ****ing war home to destroy the religious poo lice.