Politically stillborn

I'll readily admit to being unflappable on most days. Ask Wifey. No matter what may transpire; good, bad or a hair from being beyond horrible, my usual retort is "Whatever, man." She hates it.

Although, it should be noted that the touching of myself or any of my stuff draws a much different response.

Now, I just perused the PDF file from the Luzerne County Bureau of Elections which proves that I lost the tie for Ward 5 Republican Committee member when the jiggling of the electoral ping pong balls went down this past Friday. Okay, I'll type it. Whatever, man.

But what I found tugging my jaw down towards the floor was that I lost out to the GOP poll worker whom I had entrusted to distribute the write-in cards I was provided with.

Huh? What?

I guess he lined his ferret cage with those write-in cards.

Does that qualify as being 'dirty politics?'

Oh, well. Maybe the Greens will have me. All I'd have to do to become a Green committee person in excellent standing is show up wearing my pot leaf pin.

Off to the political graveyard with me. Politically stillborn, I was.

Later