Primary Day was yesterday for all those who did not know. After speaking to several people I come to find out it doesn’t matter what color you are many really don’t care. Some where quite surprised by the fact that it even existed. But there is someone who did know it was going on, the people who worked the polls. No I’m not talking about the strippers and your local gentlemen’s club; but the people who assist in the local electoral process.

Who are these people? Where do they come from? From the looks of thing they find them at your local senior citizen home. At the location I voted you would think they took the ghetto bus to the hood. No one was at the front desk to assist you. Once the person arrived they appeared to not be prepared to give direction. The worst of it all wasn’t this clueless individual but the supervisor who repeatedly yelled across the room from her desk trying to figure out what the confusion was; all the while threatening to get her fat ass off of the chair that was way too small for her butt in the first place. Now let me give you a visual since I didn’t take a picture. Envision a fat old woman sitting in this chair with a cane with a very pain stricken face on as if this was the highlight of her year, finally in charge of something other than having to use the bathroom and change her own diaper.I think I said enough.

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