Parasites of the Polling Sites

Jimmy Weasel - Sunday, March 23, 2003 - 00:36:09 - print it raw

Election Day, 2003. Political parties have been scraping together teams to distribute propaganda outside the Voting Shacks all over the state in an effort to destroy more trees than the next party. Compare the pain of a swarm to 7 telemarketers all calling the same number one after the other; each talking louder and faster than the previous.

Amidst all the chaos, political ballyhoo and fundraising barbeques arises one mystery: Who Is Party "L"?

Theories of past annoyances dangle abound yet nobody is close to the truth. Blending into the background; the wallflower who steals beers unnoticed. Parties M to O all had monickers flapping in the breeze. Why is Team L so coy? Maybe they'd attract more votes without displaying a name.

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