Arkansas Blog

This is easy to solve. We should tell everyone to be on the lookout for individuals of Finnish nationality at the polls, if they see someone, report them to Charlie Daniels.

Why is it that the Republicans and Neocons breed hardened, insensitive offspring who are willilng to do anything to achieve political victory, while we breed men who cry and puke when they eat a Big Mac Value Meals, and cry on national TV when someone with a foreign accent hacks a computer program?

You can look closer than Florida for voting shenanigans.

http://tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20061103/NEWS0206/61103032

I heard an interview with Karl Rove telling someone on NPR "You can believe your math if you want to, but I have the REAL math". It was chilling.

I still say optical scanners are a better way to vote. there's a paper trail that's missing with the touch screen system. Once they hook a basic cash register system up with two receipts (one for the voter and one for the machine) I'll vote touch screen. For now I'll wait until election day and use those scanners still in use at the Cammack voting site. At least I hope that's what will still be there.

Good morning! I slept late today after way too much myspace.com last night. And while I do not totally disagree with the first post supposedly made by me...it's not me.

There are plenty of names laying around unused, so I hope this impostor moves on and leaves my nick name alone. Next thing I know he or she will be saying I bought meth and didn't use it while getting a massage from a gay male prostitute.

I promise you if I ever buy meth I'll snort it up until I'm wearing a baggie on my face and I'll be sexing that boy as hard as I can go.

This is why Mrs. DBI keeps me on such a short leash and also why I can never run for public office. I have no OFF button. Fake DBI, please pick another name or go away.

The touch-screen voting machines have a printout to the left of the screen. Watch the printout carefully to make sure that the names you chose are the ones that appear on the printout. If they are not the same, immediately ask the poll judge to check it.

Remember, the optical scanners can also be hacked or programmed wrong.

DBI--

That low-down sneaky imposter is using a vertical slash (upper case on the backslash key) instead of an "i".

It's easy to detect when written in a serif font (such as Times), but harder to see in Helvetica.

Everyone who reads a DBI post should look closely at the signature to see if it's the genuine currency or counterfeit.

Well, I guess it took an HBO special to make
you guys realize the danger but at least you
finally do.

"The touch-screen voting machines have a printout to the left of the screen. Watch the printout carefully to make sure that the names you chose are the ones that appear on the printout. If they are not the same, immediately ask the poll judge to check it."

Jim the machines can be programmed to
show you one thing and record another.
The printouts are only useful if they are
counted and they will never be counted under
Arkansas law. The ONLY way to prevent
electronic voter fraud is by counting the
paper trail as well.

Could someone with access to a crystal ball please take a gander and tell me what we regular citizens will do if Republicans carry everything?

Will we just say, "Dang, we lost another one" or will we take up arms? I'm afraid people like me would be outgunned.

Democracy is a peaceful way of resolving a
difference of opinions. If we loose repect
for Democray it will fail to do that. And
peace will be no more.

Hugh wrote: "...or will we take up arms?"

Hugh, one of my classmates was the last guy in the world to beat up another fourth grader whose name I don't remember. He never had a reason to fight the other guy, except that one of the sixth-graders told him that they were "supposed" to fight.

Pretty soon, a whole bunch of kids were egging them on, telling them that they had to fight each other. But nobody told them why they had to fight.

So they fought a brutal slugfest on the school ground one Saturday afternoon, and the one named Donnie had beaten the tar out of the other guy.

Donnie never thought about it again -- stayed in school, graduated, married, moved to the Big City, became a professional golfer.

But the guy who got mauled moved out of town and became a professional wrestler. He put on a ton of muscles and took the name "Tank" -- or something like that. Nobody ever beat him.

Forty years later, Donnie was sitting in a lounge in Hawaii when a friend came over and said a gigantic professional wrestler named something-like Tank was looking for him and was going to beat the snot out of him.

Donnie thought it was a mistake. He never heard of anybody named something-like Tank.

"No mistake!" said his friend. "You were the last person who ever whipped him, and he has to get even."

The next night in the lounge, a gigantic beefy-looking guy showed up -- after too many drinks -- and walked straight over to Donnie, grabbed him by the collar and proceeded to yell into his face that Donnie was the last guy who ever beat him up, and he wouldn't live to talk about it.

Hugh, we're like Donnie and Tank right now.

I know how their story ended.

One was bright, well educated, and happy. The other nursed a grudge for 50 years.

--Experto Crede.