I'm assuming my dad and my FiL are voting for Trump, but I haven't asked them (and won't).
The local news had a story about patients with Alzheimer disease, and whether they should be allowed to vote (the upshot is, according to Ohio law, unless someone is declared mentally incompetent by probate court, they can vote): [link]
Yikes -- my massage therapist was just telling me that someone went to her friend's mother's dementia unit to "help" them vote. I have slightly mixed feelings, actually. Apparently the mother couldn't tell you what year it is or who the president is, but I bet she knows what party she prefers.
Dad~ma msbelle.
"Helping" people with dementia vote just gives me a queasy feeling.
There are people who absolutely convinced that Trump and Clinton are "equally bad" so they might as well vote for their party. Thank you modern media and your constant false equivalence.
I bet she knows what party she prefers.
I remember a lot of older people who would never vote for any Democrat because of That Man, ie, FDR, who was despised in a lot of circles for the New Deal.
Timelies all!
Health~ma to your dad, msbelle.
It occurs to me that I have been poked and prodded in many ways over the past few days, basically all by choice -- gave blood Thursday, extra-hard massage Friday, teeth cleaning this morning. At least that's all done!
::reschedule Jesse's alien probe for a less pokey-proddy time::
I feel bad that this is where my mind goes, but now I'm really curious about the effects of, say, political ads on voting patterns in dementia a patients.
I didn't get very far with Cleaning All the Things last night. I mean, I did a lot, but there is way more cleaning to be done. Fortunately, this morning DirecT's automatic system called me to see if I wanted to confirm, cancel, or change my appointment, so I moved it to Tuesday (forgetting that I need to vote, but depending on when the polls open I can vote either before or after my window and have a good excuse for working from home). Now I'm dressed for serious business with my Cranky Pants and Malarkey shirt and have the whole weekend to see what I can do.
And also catch up on some TV, because I need breaks.
A friend of a friend literally said on Facebook: " I think it is in your every right to vote for Hillary. I just ask for the same respect back even though I am voting for a crazy, racist Cheeto."
Foaf has a right to the vote but not to respect. Especially when they acknowledge that they're voting for a crazy, racist Cheeto.
I feel bad that this is where my mind goes, but now I'm really curious about the effects of, say, political ads on voting patterns in dementia a patients.
I would guess the ads wouldn't have a big effect on those with short-term memory issues, but it probably varies wildly for each individual.
I am standing up to post this because if I'm sitting a cat parks on me right as I'm ready to get up and do something. I really need to get the remaining extra furniture out of my home and go pick up my Theracane from work so that I can destroy the knots in my neck before the weekend ends.
Foaf has a right to the vote but not to respect. Especially when they acknowledge that they're voting for a crazy, racist Cheeto.
Agreed!
I just remembered I should get a flu shot. So sign me up for the alien probe, I guess.
Woohoo, we have a washer now and we can do laundry. We are doing laundry. It was quite an ordeal to get the whole installation done, but I am going to ignore that part.