Friday, March 23, 2007

How to Steal an Election
A Cationary Tale in Three Sentences

In Stockton, California, where Mama, Aunt Flo, and Forrest live, the first election was stolen. The candidates and their friends were waiting outside the polling place and by mid afternoon it was apparent that candidate A was going to win, because it was all his friends and supporters who were coming in to vote, so candidate B ran in, grabbed the ballot box, ran out, jumped on his horse and rode off into the tule swamp.

Got out in the middle, with a posse right behind, and flung that box into the middle of it, where it sank out of sight.

Photo of an Indian in the tule swamp, from 1924.

In A Nutshell follows.

2 comments:

J said...

How old was he, 3? Jeez, that just cracked me up.

Betty said...

Why didn't we think of that in 2000?