There was a big movement to vote for some fella called NOTA, and I had some highly intelligent people try to explain to me about how NOTA was a real entity. After many points of order, and points of information I retired to the porch and had a point of Jim Beam. Good news was somebody else paid for the drinks. Bad news is Kathie squeaked by by the skin of her teeth while NOTA's supporters searched the rest rooms feverishly for him. I think he caught the last train for the coast.
A considerable amount of time was spent trying to define borders. Ok, a border is a line where certain people stay on one side, and other people stay on the other. See, that's why they're called the "others." Come to think of it I think NOTA swam the river. I heard we dropped off about 150 or so NOTA's in Murrieta, California, much to their joy
Then there was this non-aggression thing. What that is consists of is while NOTA was a swimming said river the Libertarians were lined up on the far bank singing, " Poka-dots and pink shoe laces!" Swat a few more bees. The end result is Kathie charging all over Texas in a bus trying to fulfill her obligation to the party while the SLEC runs behind her trying to let the air out of the tires at every Valero. Now please note I did NOT name any individuals. That's because I want this to be a short article and I'm tired.
Keep Austin Weird!
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