My Jon Husted story (he was SofS here before Lt. Gov):
Before cool stuff like no-excuse-required absentee voting and early voting, my precinct was in a church. Although ID wasn’t yet a requirement, Husted put out a notice that his poll workers needed to demand photo ID.
When I got to the table to get my ballot the young poll worker asked f…
My Jon Husted story (he was SofS here before Lt. Gov):
Before cool stuff like no-excuse-required absentee voting and early voting, my precinct was in a church. Although ID wasn’t yet a requirement, Husted put out a notice that his poll workers needed to demand photo ID.
When I got to the table to get my ballot the young poll worker asked for my ID. I replied, “You don’t need it.” We went back and forth (civilly) a couple of times and then I said, “Let’s call Husted’s office and make them give you an actual Revised Code statute number for the ID requirement. They won’t, because there isn’t one.”
Then I swear I heard him say, “He works here.” I didn’t think that was odd because we live in the same suburb and I figured it was quieter at the church than the Secretary’s office, especially on Election Day. I said “Great! Where’s his office? We can speak to him about this in person.”
He looked confused, so I repeated the gist of what I said and he said, “No, he WORSHIPS here.” At that point I gave him a “why tf do I want to know that?” and took my ballot.
I wonder if the kid thought I would just show up the next Sunday and talk to Husted about my complaint.
Husted is a dick, a completely useless meat puppet whose job is to gaze adoringly at homely little Mike DeWine (think Kermit), while being blonde and athletic and making Gov. Mike look even less attractive.
OT, Sherrod is five points up on Bernie Moreno the Used-Car Millionaire and wannabe-Mussolini-Fan-Club president. So that’s good.
My Jon Husted story (he was SofS here before Lt. Gov):
Before cool stuff like no-excuse-required absentee voting and early voting, my precinct was in a church. Although ID wasn’t yet a requirement, Husted put out a notice that his poll workers needed to demand photo ID.
When I got to the table to get my ballot the young poll worker asked for my ID. I replied, “You don’t need it.” We went back and forth (civilly) a couple of times and then I said, “Let’s call Husted’s office and make them give you an actual Revised Code statute number for the ID requirement. They won’t, because there isn’t one.”
Then I swear I heard him say, “He works here.” I didn’t think that was odd because we live in the same suburb and I figured it was quieter at the church than the Secretary’s office, especially on Election Day. I said “Great! Where’s his office? We can speak to him about this in person.”
He looked confused, so I repeated the gist of what I said and he said, “No, he WORSHIPS here.” At that point I gave him a “why tf do I want to know that?” and took my ballot.
I wonder if the kid thought I would just show up the next Sunday and talk to Husted about my complaint.
Husted is a dick, a completely useless meat puppet whose job is to gaze adoringly at homely little Mike DeWine (think Kermit), while being blonde and athletic and making Gov. Mike look even less attractive.
OT, Sherrod is five points up on Bernie Moreno the Used-Car Millionaire and wannabe-Mussolini-Fan-Club president. So that’s good.