You don't even have to be alive to vote
On Tuesday, I went to vote in Glendale. When I got to the polling place, there were about a half-dozen voters ahead of me in line. Each took out their driver's license and showed it to the poll-watchers, who checked their name on two lists.
When I got to the head of the line I did not recognize or know the poll-watcher. I had never seen him before and he had never seen me before. He probably did not know me from Adam. I did not show my driver's license, for I knew that the California election laws are written so as to not discourage illegal aliens and dead people from voting. Showing identification would be a discouragement to illegal aliens and dead people. I told the poll-watcher my name and he looked my name up on the first list. For the second list, the poll-watchers needed my address and wanted to see my sample ballot to get the address. I knew according to California voting law, I did not have to show the sample ballot, for having to possess a sample ballot would be a discouragement to illegal aliens and those voting for dead people. So I told both poll-watchers my address. When the second poll-watcher, who I did not know, was having trouble, I gave her my apartment number. She found my name; I signed, and got a ballot. So when I am dead and gone, I encourage one of my friends to vote for me. All that I ask is that they vote Republican and against all bond issues.
