So, just to give the heads up, today’s guest blogger shall be none other than Ms. Pretty Flaca herself (Myself…ourselves, lol!). Reason being that Krisaela isn’t capable of writing this without cryin like a lil b****. I’m lookin around and I’m feeling so proud about the turnout…ya’ll, it’s somethin’ like moving.
I’m in line to caucus. I wouldn’t call it a “long” line…I’d call it a beautiful line. It starts at the door of Audelia Creek Elementary and wraps around the school neatly. I’m hearing several conversations at once. Well I was…now some idiot is in my ear yappin about Hillary being more qualified, and how young Obama is…said his name is Sam, he came here from Israel in 64′. I’m finna bitch slap him.
I overheard someone talking about caucus ambushes today…something about people signing the list but then being told to leave, and that they’d be called back later to finish the process…like at a later date. *Makes the boo-boo the fool face* And here, in my own neighborhood, our caucus is a lil suspect as we’re still standing outside in the cold, (Caucus shoulda started over an hour ago) and after assuring us we were in the right line, they told us to move to another. Everyone’s concluded it’s a conspiracy to discourage us and make us go home. I let them know I ain’t got shit else to do tonight but caucus, and I that I hope the same was true for everyone else in line. Dude is still in my ear…talmbout how much Jews and Blacks have in common…nobody asked him. (I dunno if he had his Jewdar on, or if my nose gave it away but…really…I’m not in the mood to talk about the holocaust!!!) The line is moving, finally.
Lol, someone just asked, “If this were just a line to see a movie, would ya’ll be out here in the cold this long waiting to watch it?” And I says, “Trust me…you don’t wanna see THIS on bootleg…best believe if this were a line at the movies you could catch me wit some Ugg boots on wearin’ some footie pajamas and a parka…”
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So. I’ve made it home…and my final thoughts on this evening are as follows…
I need to move out the hood or run for some sort of office and fix my precinct cause we are ATE UP.
I truly understand how elections get fucked up…just cause someone kicked their heroine addiction doesn’t mean they’re fit to handle something as detail-oriented as a caucus…there was NO organization…we voted for a chair person…and our only hope for sanity lost to someone who had NO idea what they were doing…or where her teeth were. The whole situation seemed thrown together and unnofficial.
I signed up to be a deligate. We (Obama) had 12 to Hillary’s 2 for our precinct.
The only thing worse than how our caucus turned out is the fact that in Lewisville, right up the street, they turned voters away–EVEN though they were in line before 7pm. Who’s ass needs to be kicked? I forget her first name, but the Judge’s last name is Jenkins. She ordered the police at city hall to shut the doors.
North Dallas…(and surely South Dallas considering they’re worse off) has failed me today. I pray I made/am making/will make a difference.
Oh, and a BIG STFU to the skank at the meeting who was questioning our chairpeople about whether or not they attended rallies for both candidates. She was like, “It takes a strong person to attend the rally of someone they don’t intend to vote for…and I dunno if I’d feel comfortable voting for someone who’s not strong…” B**** what?!?! Here’s my logic. Both candidates give the same prepared speech in each city they visit. Yeah, they spice it up by personalizing it with a few points that are significant to the particular city (ie: Go Cowboys, ) but trust me…I didn’t need to see Hillary live to know she’d be on that bullshidddd and that I didn’t wanna vote for her.
*Sighs* Now they tryna tell me we lost Texas, but I ain’t hearin it. Either way…we got a long road ahead of us.
G’nite.
