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As a commentator, I often revisit that little American girl who asked her father during the Vietnam War, “What if they gave a war and nobody showed up?”

You’re grown up now, Baby. And it’s already happened! At least the attackers have shown up big-time, but we defenders have yet to take the field.

One single fraudulent vote is an “attack” on our democratic system. Massive voter fraud is a massive attack. The website Watchdog.com tells us that a group known as the Virginia Voters Alliance counted 44,000 voters registered in Maryland as well as Virginia. An additional 40 to 60 thousand dead voters were found to be on the active voters list in that one state of Virginia, according to the Social Security Administration. It’s not just Chicago any more.

Remember when voter fraud was funny? It wasn’t all that long ago; all through the years of Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon, Carter and Reagan we grown-ups knew there must be a few fraudulent voters here and there, but I don’t recall a single complaint that voter fraud was out of control and a danger to America. Democrats and Republicans alike smiled at the story of a 10-year-old boy in North Carolina in the 1970s who managed to penetrate the system and vote. He voted the straight Republican ticket!

If you can keep your head and remain calm while others are losing theirs, maybe you don’t understand the problem.

“Would we get a ‘clean’ vote in 2010?” I wondered. A clean vote is a vote count in which the real winner wins, and by a margin truly reflective of voter sentiment. I voted against the Democrats. We failed to take the Senate but easily took the House of Representatives, and I canceled all concerns. Those concerns are now storming back bigger than ever.

Several forces and factors have converged to knock my “worry-needle” clear over to the max. First of all, there may still be those who think the fraud-vote sort of cancels itself out; some illegal voters vote Democratic and some Republican, Right? Do a little thought-experiment. Picture the illegal immigrant family (I said it, and I’m glad and I don’t have a basketball team you can take away from me!) a few weeks before the election. The father says, “After dinner tonight we’ve got to sit down together and review the issues and study the candidates and decide how best to vote in November!”

Does that image, or its real-life equivalents, really survive in your conscience? You may yell “bigot” all you please, but this point carries the virtue of truth. The overwhelming majority of illegals vote Democrat.

Add to the illegals those legal Americans who illegally vote more than once and you have a hint at what America is facing. The third leg of that crooked stool is the Democratic leadership’s comically weak arguments against requiring photo-ID for voting. They’re shameless in their insistence that, despite the non-controversial need for photo-ID for vastly less-important activities, the demand for photo-ID for voters is racist!

Hearkening back to my concerns about an honest vote in 2010, I now renounce my juvenile confidence that “All-Was-Well” and conclude that the Democrats simply failed to cheat enough to prevail. I now believe that our side won by such a wide margin that if our own people were to see the figures flashed upon the screen, they would have to take a pill and lie down.

It’s been convincingly argued that Obama would never have won in 2012 if the Obamacare admissions (Oops! You may not necessarily keep your medical plan or your doctor!) had been made public before the voting. It’s a spirited moment when the argument is whether or not Obama would have won if the now-known facts about Benghazi had been known then. And given what the Virginia Voters Alliance has learned, our side may have won anyhow, given an honest vote count.

We don’t need Nazis, Communists or al-Qaida. Massive distrust in our elections can ruin America.

In the days before voter fraud became unfunny, they told about the two men from a Democratic clubhouse in Chicago out in a graveyard late one night copying names from tombstones for voting purposes. One of the men noticed the other was falling row after row behind. “Hurry it up, pal.” he said. “What’s wrong?”

His buddy replied, “This is one of those tough Polish names. I’ve got to figure it out.”

“Forget about that one,” stage-whispered his friend. “Just skip it and move on to the next one.”

“Whaddaya mean, ‘Move on’?” he answered indignantly. “This guy has as much right to vote as all the rest in here!”

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