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Today I am thankful that I live in the USA and can speak my mind by casting a ballot. 

Yeppers...

Today I received my ballot. 

Today I voted for my friends in politics. 

I voted against tax hikes proposed by people I like but who have ripped me off in the past.  If you want me to vote for your tax hike, never let your lying lawyer steal $500 from me....okay?

I'm going to make sure that costs those...those lying sacks of [stuff monkeys throw].  Although, their lawyers' lies led me to my estranged spouse's lies which led me to prove that I am not a sex addict after all. Yes, the lawyer proved to me that my hubby is a stalking cad but the fact still remains that they ripped me off (long story).  I'm still angry.  Six years of living like a nun and I want to [censored as it is completely unsexy].  I'm just a little grouchy.  I'll get over it when hell freezes over or I meet a blind guy unafraid to be turned to stone by a medusa look-a-like. 

But, getting back to the point. 

There was one person I wasn't sure I'd vote for. 

I met him six months ago and he made fun of my shirt.  I don't care how saggy one's bags are.  I don't care what her t-shirt says.  Old men should never make fun of any old lady's shirt lest they live to rue the day.

I saw him again last month and caught him checking out my backside.  He literally popped his perverted head out of a door and watched me walk away.   To give him credit, I may have sat in gum and he may have been trying to warn me. 

I don't know. 

I didn't know if I'd bother voting for him.

It took me all day to decide. 

In the end, I voted for him because he's probably the only man brave enough to get that close to me.  Some guys will do anything to pimp themselves for a vote. 

Well...there was another reason, too. 

He ran unopposed.

It's fun to be a US citizen. 

Don't forget to get your vote on!

Love ya,

S. 



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