I Know How to Vote, Brother.

This isn't a rabble-rousing blog post, so look ANYWHERE else today, if you need that. Rather, I am here in a non-partisan sort of way to declare that I am so happy that, in addition to people actually taking an interest in politics,(Aghem, where were you all last year? Whatever.) the littering of my front door, porch and lawn will stop.

As four surprised Barrett enthusiasts learned over the weekend, placing a door hanger and various other bits and pieces of voting paraphernalia under, on and around my door will encourage me to only chase you down the street (even barefoot, I got ya) and make you walk your a$$es right back up my driveway to collect your litter. You are lucky burpees weren't involved. Dammit. Why weren't burpees involved? One of you interrupted my very important Saturday afternoon nap. I'm just saying.

I know how to vote. I know how I want to vote. I even know where to go to find additional information to help the process along. And guess what...none of that comes from some freaks wondering into my yard and hanging  s^&$ on my house that is nothing but stupid, slanderous (and one misspelled...really?) phrases.  I'm talking about you Brewers hat guy and babbling about your kids' cognitive functions ladies (I can only imagine what your kids say about you.)

Besides, I've got this bad B in my family tree (It's Elizabeth Cady Stanton...do you need a flyer about her on your porch?).