I WENT TO VOTE, I LEFT DISGUSTED

 Well wouldn't you know the Gonzo journalist on the right old RT Stillwell? I've got myself a tale of pure voting horror. I hadn't really considered voting this primary, as I live in a primarily blue district. But I happen to watch enough of the broadcast television news, to get my ass mobilized off the couch and to the polling place. So that I did..... 

So many people and so much traffic in this area! I was lucky I didn't get into a collision on the way over after what I had been doing with wild turkeys earlier on in the day. Some say birds. Some say turkey 

Some say no harm no foul. 

So I'm skidding in traffic, which is absolutely terrible in my downtown Durham location, and I realize that everybody right now is doing the voting hustle. Taking a break to go vote. 

I was fortunate that I'm not that far from polling place because of my superior city location.

So I arrive at the polling place. A gathering of like-minded residents of North Carolina, to do what democracy is meant to do. Have elections....

That's actually the primary thing that we believe in or at least I know I believe in. We have this crazy notion that leaders must bow out at some point, and give leadership to a new elected leader. 

That's called democracy baby. 

Well what I experienced did this downtown polling place was far from democracy, or at least was in some sense of the term. 

I'm downtown in the line outside the library just waiting there minding my own business. As I constantly do as a proud tobacco addict, I was having a stogie or two.  

 I don't really pry into other peoples affairs, it's the way of the samurai. A samurai as such does not wish to intrude. A samurai does not wish to break status quo formal display rituals. 

And wouldn't you know it this samurai, and I don't say this term very strictly, but this samurai hears somebody over their shoulders say this, 

"Are you going to pick up your cigarette butt"

So I respond the following, 

"Oh it's okay I removed the filter.,"

And then I just go about my business as if there's no problem & mind my own business, no harm no foul. 

Although I had just had a bit of a meeting with wild turkey as such... And that suits this situation very well from my vantage point. 

The guy peeps up again, 

"Are you going to pick up your trash?

I see red. 

Now I'm a big guy. 

And an angry Irish drunk. 

And as I had mentioned, I'd been in a dialectic between my self & an iced Wild Turkey beverage, in such a way as to present me with an existential problematic. 

So now that I see red.... 

I may have some black holes in my memory in regards to recollecting what occurred. 

It was just a whirling dervish of politique. 

So I say something as far as I recall to the effect of. 

"At least I stand in support of Netanyahu as opposed to being un-American".

So then for the third time this little cracker says "are you going to pick up that cigarette butt?"

Frustrated by the facticity of that I'm dealing with a hardcore extremist anti-fascist pig,

I simply brought my arms, and say 

"You know what?"

And walk back to my car voiceless, get back home to where I am now relating this story, in time place and person.

And I'm proud of myself for not giving in to my base nature. 

I didn't curse. 

I didn't flick anybody off. 

I didn't even play some badass music as I went through the parking lot next to where they were standing in line to vote. 

I just left. 

And I did stop. 

RT stillwell