December 10, 2008
In the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers, any of the versions really, when one of the pod people spots or recognizes a “real” person, they stop, point, and make a horrible noise.
That kind of happened to me when I voted in the Primary a few months back.
I live in the second reddest state in the nation, and I vote in what may be the reddest town in that state. And my polling place is my kid’s elementary school.
The line was about 30 minutes long, and I was alone, so I stood unassumingly reading my Economist, listening to some pretty incredible vitriol in line about the Godless Democrats who wanted to take away everybody’s guns and kill unborn children (with forks). But since voting is anonymous, none of this vitriol was directed directly at ME.
Until I got to the table.
See, in the primary, you have to declare your affiliation, so that you get the right ballot. In Alpine, they usually don’t even bother asking. When I got to the table, the little old lady just started handing me stuff, and I said “um, a Democrat ballot please.”
Her head snapped up, with a wild eyed look. “Dolores” she called to another woman without taking her eyes off me. “I need a democrat ballot.” If she could have peed on the word as she said it she would have.
A hush fell over the huge line behind me.
Okay, I might have been imagining the hush. But several people in line pointed at me and screeched in that Invasion of the Body Snatchers way.
Okay, nobody pointed and screeched. But they stared.
And whispered. I thought as I exited down the hall with the big line they were gonna go all Tailhook on me. I guess I shouldn’t flatter myself.
It was right after that I started getting emails about Obama’s birth certificate. Coincidence? I think not.