perfidy

Once in a while, a story comes along that hammers home just why many of the founders of the United States feared the power of the popular vote (as if my just-prior post about police subduing a naked jogger with tasers wasn't enough). Typically, these stories have something to do with mankind's (oh, ok... womynkind's too) boundless capacity for flabbergasting ignorance, such as in this case right here in which a Washington state woman voted on behalf of her husband, who had recently achieved ambient environmental temperature:

Doris McFarland said she voted for her husband, Earl, who died Oct. 7.

"I called up the elections board and said, 'Can I do it because he wanted me to vote?' " the Duvall woman said. "The person ... said, 'Well, who would know?' I said, 'I don't want to do anything that is wrong.' "

Huennekens disputed that election workers would say such a thing.

McFarland said she signed her husband's name and mailed in his ballot, along with her own. She said she had power of attorney for her 92-year-old husband, who was blind.

"If I did something that wasn't right, you can just throw that ballot out," McFarland said last night.

If? IF?! Ladies and gentlemen, sleep well. The Republic is in goood hands. Goooood hands.

[wik] Buckethead, I hereby let it be know that, in the event of my untimely demise, I need you to cast a vote on my behalf in every Presidential election until you too meet your doom. Just write in "Turd Ferguson."