ballot? We'd really be biting our nails to the quick...

We proved ourselves correct - more ballots are counted on our side if we do use paper. We answered our own questions about the process.

Just need to get all states on same page and we could do this every election, e.g., all states have the same mail-in ballot period; all states can start opening and scanning on first day of early voting; all states have the same end date help military votes be counted; ALL votes are counted. It would be an easy breezy Voting Rights Act.

I woke up this a.m. thinking about our horrible mail in ballots and came up with an idea that would help with mail in ballots across the country.

There is a tool called a Bone Folder [link:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bone_folder|] that has been around since at least the Middle Ages. It helps to give a sharp crease in paper, card stock, heavyweight paper and smooths out creases.

It would save wear and tear on muscles/shoulders of the poll workers having to smooth out the ballots. Here, each and every envelope is opened up and smoothed out by the poll workers.

I had looked online at Joann's and Michael's and told her that Joann's is having a sale on them right now and Michael's has coupons for their items.

It would make the process so much easier because ballots are apt to be kicked out due to the crease. Someone (!) in their infinite wisdom put Joe & Kamala's "bubble" right on the crease of our mail-in ballots. We are the largest and bluest county in our state and I want to make sure there are no SNAFU's over some "design flaw." - and.Every.Vote.Counts.

I could tell from talking to her that she was not feigning interest, that she said she was taking the suggestion to her boss and it looked like she may just be going shopping either today or tomorrow.

It is an inexpensive tool - $4-$6 for the cheaper ones, can go up to $24 (!) (thanks * tariffs) for a good one.

Might want to pass the info to someone working in the ballot rooms - just helping out the shoulders of those would be magnificent.

I woke up this am thinking about the mail-in ballots (as we are all want to do) and realized 1) who's the asshole who designed the MIHOP mail-in ballots and 2) possible/probable tabulation problems.

I don't know how the ballots look in the rest of the state, because, instead of Joe & Kamala being at the top of the ballot behind *, they are listed right in the middle of the fold (behind Kanye even), where our PUCO Clerk says ballots generally have scanner problems - reading the ballots or being kicked out due to the fold.

Yeah, MIHOP problems. I feel sorry for the poll workers, having to flatten out those votes without a bone folder in sight.

To Add: If you know of any poll workers working Tuesday, have them call their Scrapbooking friends and ask them if they can borrow any and all bone folders. They are tailor made for creases. I have several I can lend.

Co-worker of DH was hit by buck out of nowhere last night, driving on a two-lane highway on the outskirts of small town. Came charging out of a cemetery, co-worker never saw him just "plow!" Co-worker is okay but extremely shaken up.

Newbies to the country life, every fall, October to November, Bucks awash of in hormones (think musth in elephants) and want to screw every female and fight every male, which includes vehicles. It seems the bigger the vehicle, the more likely bucks will want to ram it.

Be especially careful at dawn and twilight but after dark, really, anytime. People die somewhere during this time being rammed by bucks.

PSA Over

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These women were fantastic to see live - only 3 women playing acoustic.

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Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see...

This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum

You want to run all the people out
This what you're all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their family
But your sympathy's a lie
Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn
We are forced to relocate
From the pain that you create

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?

There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of drug's decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

You've got to fight
You've got a right
To fight for your neighborhood!

[link:|

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see...

This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You want to run all the people out
This what you're all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their family
But your sympathy's a lie
Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn

We are forced to relocate
From the pain that you create
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory

These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?

There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of drug's decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away

Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see

You've got to fight
You've got a right
To fight for your neighborhood!