Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
My polling place in Cobb County, Georgia is apparently run and staffed by Mrs. Wiggins (from the old Carol Burnett show) and friends, and was understaffed to boot. Gave new meaning to the term “snail’s pace.” A snail would look like a NASCAR driver in comparison to this crew. Right up there with the post office on its worst day. There weren’t that many people in line when I got there (maybe 50 or so), but the process was taking hours.
I’m trying to figure out Politico’s logic.
They’ve already marked Pennsylvania blue with a check mark that Wolf won with Corbett showing 55% to Wolfs 44%.