So, here I am thinking about how exciting it will be to take part in a caucus for the first time.
Never voted in a caucus state before. And, first caucus in Nevada. Woohoo!

And despite the timely inconvenience (arrive at 11:00 am, expect to be there for an hour or two), I was excited. A new political process for me to enjoy. What can I say? I’m an idealist!

I awoke at 4am (still on a wonky sleep schedule). And I spent the morning researching voting records, political stances on various issues, etc. I wanted to make sure I had made up my mind before I went to the caucus. Undecideds piss me off. Lazy fuckers, all of ‘em.

Finally get in the room, only to feel slightly overwhelmed by all the Major-opposing-candidate’s stickers. I expected to enter an evenly divided room. Not so much. My candidate was lucky to make the 15% minimum.

The few Undecideds (i.e. pussy retards) got to hear from both camps.

One woman with a foreign accent simply got up and started basically crying about the war. I’m thinking, “have you seen your candidate’s stance on the war, you moron?” But there was cheering. Retard lemmings.

Another guy, not in my precinct (a volunteer, well versed in all the candidates’ issues), wanted to respond. No one would let him because he wasn’t in the precinct. And then another guy got up and complained that someone tried to talk to him about an opposing candidate when he walked in the door. Apparently he didn’t understand that this is what a caucus is for. Voters interacting with voters. Again, retard.

All in all, I was disappointed, disillusioned, and annoyed. The only saving grace was leaving the building and passing by another precinct’s caucus and seeing them debate and cheer and basically play Red Rover with the Undecideds and the minority candidate’s supporters.

My precinct sucks ass. Lamest precinct in Nevada. I’d prefer a primary. So the retards voting next to you can’t speak. Screw discourse. It’s a goddamned myth. People are basically stupid drones. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

So I went to the pub.

I believe everybody in Americka
should be made to have to caucus
once in their lives. And made to
realize what it means if their
precinct sucks and the next one
rocks. No free rides for losers.

I'm just depressed.
I wanna leave my retarded neighborhood for a better one.

Oh wait, maybe that's what the American Dream is all about!

Better is to leave the whole
neighborhood behind in
protest. Believe me
they won't let the leash
grow slack around yr neck.

Can I leave the country now?
I'd rather watch the inevitable downfall from afar.

Yes. You can leave
the cuntry, but it won't
leave your money
to you. UR bankrupt.

Not so!
The Brit is in the UK now and buying me lotto tickets.
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna win.

I feel lucky.

-ish,

See? All lotteries
are now giving away
non-US currencies
to retain legitimacy.

That's luckierer
than greenbacks.

Did you at least get cookies?
I hear they have cookies at those things.

I voted in the primary for the first time.
Merely walking out of my front door brings me face-to-face with morons,
(Retards, too, but they're ok.
Friendly neighbors, they just want to know how to get to the library,
so they ask you every time they walk by,
regardless of the direction in which they are headed
and irrespective of the direction in which they eventually choose to go.)
so I sent a mail-in.

You mean cookies like
stickin' yr finger in the ink
to show you already voted?
Or shovin' a big ol' magnetic
wafer in yr nethers?

Like you've ever needed an excuse.

That's how I vote every time. It keeps me from leaving pissed-off before I get a chance to cast my ballot.

Does Dinky love the caucus?

Cock-us is his middle name.

Only if he doesn't come back to haunt you.

You may want to consider leasing as a cost effective alternative to ownership.

certainly, archaism and ignorance won't lead to a any kind of satisfying solution in the end.

butt cookies, conversely, could make a difference.

it just never occurred to me.

I gave everyone in my office Pez
to soften the blow of having to get off of our asses and work after a break.
They were thrilled, I tell you, thrilled.
I even got e-mails about how fantastic it was to get a Pez.
Low investment, high return.
Politicians, take heed.

There were no cookies.
No juice, either.

Only bottled water.

See, lamest precinct ever.

You spent too much Peeps.

i got it! cookie flavoured pez!

or better yet, cookie flavoured pez-like gum.

- wonder where i can get absinthe flavoured ones -

Hillary is full of Hill's I bet.

you misspelled shit.

I received a nice phone call from the Obama campaign today asking if I was going to attend the Caucus in Feb, said I was. He then asked who I was supporting, I told him Edwards. He asked that I think about putting Obama in second if possible, then hung up the phone.

In Kansas we had a primary, I don't even know what the hell a caucus is...

If it takes more than 20 minutes then I ain't attending...unless there is pez involved.

Guess we got a flock of democratic hopefulls coming to town in August for some-sorta-convention, guessing there will be a lot of hookers and the strip-clubs will be at capacity. Should be a good time!

Used the most common equivalent.

Butt you looked at the label
between drinks to ensure
that you spelled it write.

Of course, I still have my vintage Hill's at hand fer such occassions. Ya are havin' yer Reality I bet?

With an extra tree-let of
tansy to remind me of you.

Thass nice. Once ya plant tansy, it is everywhere. Quick-spreadin' bastard.

Now I'm wetter than
I am bitter. What
could be better?

u'r godamn quick-witted, and at the same time the spiritual father of a synonym for hill's.

congrats!

Some caucus thoughts:

I've attended every caucus in my precinct since 1976. I've been a Precinct Committee Officer and run caucuses a few times. Been a delegate to the next level Legislative dist. caucus a few times and I was even a delegate to the State convention once.

As Abby demonstrated, at least people at the caucuses care enough to learn something about the candidates and issues. It may be your only opportunity to have this kind of discussion with your neighbors. And it is your opportunity to discuss and submit resolutions and policy statements for your party's platform.

I enjoy the process much more than lining up with the rest of the sheep to cast a generic ballot. Or worse, mailing in a ballot instead of going to the polling place.

I'm probably delusional to think that my participation in our "democracy" is at all significant.

I do find that beer tastes really good before, during and after a rousing political discussion.

Saucy loves the caucus!

I thought this
was about those
Russkie mtns.

Hmmm.

I keep reading it as 'Cactus'.

Cactus juice is tasty.

I heard that the Secaucus caucus was raucous.

Prol comes here to mock us.

... ™

That solves what the fuck is
in Tits' mystery coloring step.

Nah, I still say it's cigar butts.




No need to.

That juice is coloured with natural chlorophyll from the fruit. Tymbark is not a cuttin' corners company. All their juices are naturally-coloured and preservatives-free.

Tits' mystery colourin' step might include: pontica, mugwort flowers and/or leaves, tansy leaves, melissa, mint, veronica, and hyssop, all in varying amounts. So, where is the mystery?

In case of PE Prol is referrin' to, these were mugwort flowers and pontica leaves and a lil' agin'.

Well, he's not a Rocker.

Since you like sour beer, I'm surprised you didn't mention pediococcus.

Is that what you call it
when you get kicked
in the coccyx?

*applause*

Pediococcus has nothing to do with being kicked. It's the bacteria that causes Michael Jackson Disease.

. . .

Someone tried to tell me there was a parasite that causes dementia, the symptoms can be a need for more cats. According to him, 60 million people in the U.S. carry it but it often affects the elderly and children.
The parasite is found in cat feces.
I don't believe parasites are complex enough to make you a cat lady but it's a weird story so I tell you.