(American Thinker) -- Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is my congresswoman. I know that because I drove two hours to vote against her, to no avail. The rude woman at the poll challenged my vote because my signature didn't match from when I registered as a Conservative in 1976. It's possible that the "C" next to my name provoked her ire, because the man in front of me, a stinky white nonagenarian from the retirement home, escorted by an apparently olfactory-challenged, nice, and tolerant young black woman (she smiled as he told the poll lady she was his illegitimate love-child) didn't sign at all, and the malicious monitor didn't throw her challenge flag.
I explained that I had been crushed against a wall by a 48' tractor-trailer in 2008, and my hand had been cut off and sewn back on, which was why I was wearing a glove. I offered to show her my driver's license, which had proved enough, lo these many years. She said ID wasn't allowed, and the mere mention of it made her angrier and ruder. I thought she was going to slap me in my privilege.
So I guess my vote didn't count. Living in the Bronx, it never counts. Still, I vote every year, although, unlike the apocryphal Einstein quote, without expecting different results.
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