Ah polling day in my old Primary school, I remember it well.
Swathes of sweaty, scary strangers, ‘hidden’ behind flimsy partitions, walking in and out like they fucking owned the place.
Why do we still allow this to happen? Just because it’s tradition doesn’t make it right.
It’s like a Christmas day for fucking nonces!
Volunteer: “The booth is just over there sir.”
Gary Glitter fan: “Oh I’m not voting, I just came to have a look around.”
It’s just fucking weird. Can you imagine if this shit happened in the US?
There’d be more dead kids than in goat abattoir.
Armed police on streets, SWAT teams on standby, fucking metal detectors etc.
What do we have? The Vicar’s wife, the head of the PTA and two 80 something volunteers.
Fat lot of good that would do against a smack head with a machete.
If you like my content then please consider a small donation (or a fucking massive one if you're rich). Facebook have killed the reach of my page and it barely makes any money, plus borderline alcoholism is expensive.
Click here to use PayPal
Or alternatively you can sponsor me on Patreon here.