So I go to vote this morning. I get there ten minutes before the polls open. The polling place is in some old guy’s garage in my neighborhood. Even though I got there early, and the outside temperature at that hour was around 45 degrees, there were at least fifteen people ahead of me. I started to notice that every car parked on the block had a “W 04” sticker on it…very suspicious…but oh well, I doubt anyone is going to have their vote swayed at the last minute by seeing a bumper sticker. When the line processed inside, I was asked for ID and signed my signature by my name on the voter list. Then it was over to table two where they match your name to your address and cross you off again. Except…they crossed off Aaron’s name when they came to 4939 Cahuenga… I told the guy he crossed off the wrong person. He crossed my name out and said “Let’s hope he (Aaron) isn’t gonna vote, eh?! ha ha ha.” To which I replied, “He is my roommate, and he IS planning to vote!” The guy looked at me, and then motioned for me to move on and told the next person in line to come along. He did nothing to Aaron’s still crossed out name. So…I witnessed my friend’s vote get disenfranchised this morning… I can’t imagine what is going on in Ohio right now especially after the new last minute ruling that voter challengers are allowed in polling places. With lines that will take hours to get through already (it took me three hours in Columbus in 2000), this will surely turn voters away if they have to go through more hassle (than the current checklist systems) to prove they are legally eligible to vote. We’ll just have to wait and see if it turns away more republicans than democrats.
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