Holy cow-- from one of the people on my LJ f-list, talking about her fiancee's grandparents who live in Bethlehem, PA:

Last night, when we called to wish Joe's grandfather (a.k.a. "Pop" or "Pop-pop") a happy 74th birthday, his grandmother got on the phone to tell us that she got a call from a woman claiming to be Hillary Clinton. "Mrs. Clinton" just wanted Judy (a.k.a. "Grammy")to know that she'd changed her mind and no longer supported Obama, and that she was throwing her full weight behind McCain. She also got a recorded message informing her that only Republicans were to vote Tuesday; Democrats were supposed to wait until Wednesday. She's been volunteering at Obama headquarters, making phone calls, and found that a lot of other women her age were receiving similar calls. Then Pop grabbed the phone back and told us that he got a call from a guy who told him that if he voted for Obama, he would lose his pension, his social security, and every other source of financial support. He said pretty much everything except that Pop and Grammy would end up penniless in a cardboard box by the river.

Jesus fuck Barb.

No lines at my polling station.

Calli, I'll drink for you tonight.

Excellent!

he got a call from a guy who told him that if he voted for Obama, he would lose his pension, his social security, and every other source of financial support. He said pretty much everything except that Pop and Grammy would end up penniless in a cardboard box by the river.

Not excellent. I hope this backfires like whoa. Assholes who try to frighten old people into voting their way need to be tied to a stake in a pool of waist-deep water, with a couple of hundred hungry eels.

No lines as such but busier than I'd ever seen it: when I walked up to the booths they were all occupied and then somebody left and I went in.

I had BBCA on while I was getting ready this morning and they had a little feature on Obama and Chicago and I teared up. It's going to be an emotional day, isn't it?

Assholes who try to frighten old people into voting their way need to be tied to a stake in a pool of waist-deep water, with a couple of hundred hungry eels.

Heh. First thing that's made me smile all day.

And I think the thing that appalls me the most, out of that entire mind-boggling, appalling pile o'crap, was the recorded message saying only Republicans were to vote on Tuesday with Democrats having to wait until Wednesday.

Rachel Maddow on similarly appalling stories:

Here's what I think about this anti-democratic steal-your-vote screw-the-heroes-who-died-for-this-right underhanded cowardly sniveling illegally-intimidating-and-misleading-voters unpatriotic anti-American bullpucky: I'm not crazy about it!

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I'm already antsy and just said to my co-workers, "SURELY there are exit polls already!"

Co-worker #1: "Well, those tiny New Hampshire towns went for Obama..."

Co-worker #2 "LANDSLIDE FOR OBAMA! ...in tiny New Hampshire towns!"

Me: "Find me some exit polls or STOP TAUNTING ME!"

As much as I'm looking forward to it, I do recall from last time that this day involves a lot of waiting and waiting before they give you the good stuff.

Actually, while there was no waiting at the polls, I don't think I've ever waited so long for the bus and the train. I'm assuming they've pulled a lot of drivers off to cover for tonight.

I wasted about ten minutes in the wrong line. Otherwise voting went OK.

See, there was a line to get into the building. Then I was trying to figure out where the line split up into the three different Wards. But I couldn't tell, so I stayed in the line I was in. Eventually some guy came and told us this was the line for such and such Ward, so a bunch of us left to go the the proper (and short) lines for our Wards. This seemed to happen every ten minutes or so.

What was especially annoying is I suddenly remembered this happening before.

Still, ten wasted minutes = no biggie. Took me about half an hour.

eta: or maybe I'm confusing precinct with ward...

It's going to be an emotional day, isn't it?

I'm a big old pile of mush today. Got misty listening to the report about Obama's grandmother. I expect tears to flow before the call tonight.

Assholes who try to frighten old people into voting their way need to be tied to a stake in a pool of waist-deep water, with a couple of hundred hungry eels.

Indeed. Of course, the old people I know would not fall for that crap.