Re-enfranchised in Dot
I just got back from my polling place and they've apparently figured out how to run the shredd—er, scanner thingy. Although the election workers did not inspire me with their competence, attention to the task at hand, or heated debate about the placement of one poll-worker's tattoos. You still get the feeling once that machine sucks up your ballot it's summarily destroyed. It doesn't help that the machine in question looks unnervingly like a run-of-the-mill trash compactor.
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