The first thing that the first poll worker I came upon in my voting precinct (#18, Shelby Twp, MI) asked me was what I did for a living. This was highly irregular for a stranger, who also happened to be working as a polling place volunteer, to ask somebody a question like that instead of getting on with the task at hand. I told him (even though it was none of his business) that I’m semi-retired as a CAD Designer/Draftsman. He went on to tell me that he was one of the teachers there at the Jr. High School (Malow) my precinct votes in and it’s also the very same Jr. High that I attended in Utica Community Schools in the early ‘70’s. When I went to the ID and voter roll checker (teen using a laptop) he acted as though there was some discrepancy with my address and that held me up again. When they finally said I was good to go, I said “Good, at least now I don’t have to call the police because I’ve been legally registered and voting here for 40 years!”. Well, damned if that didn’t raise a few eyebrows...And if they thought they had a “hothead” on their hands they were right, or at least the potential was there given the inappropriate questioning I was subjected to right off the bat. When I was done with the voting and on my way I had to walk past the same guy at the first table and he asked me what I thought the problem was and I said “I don’t know” and just kept walking. Once I was back in my car it occurred to me that this guy used to work at one of Arab-owned and operated party stores just around the corner from where I’ve lived for the past 18 years...I remember going to that party store on 9/11/01 to by a newspaper late in the evening and you could have heard a pin drop in there it was so quiet...
One of the old grey haired Nazi democrate ID checkers SETTING NEXT TO the ID checker I was engaged with.... Puts my photo ID in the magnifier, it scans the bar code and pulls up my info.....The ID checker asked me to confirm my name and address and I start off (like I am going to use a fake ID and NOT memorize all the details on it, but I digress), “Frank Delta-21, blah, blah, blah. About 9/10th of the way threw it all the Nazi bitch pipes up so every one in the polling place could hear, “ WAIT! STOP! THATS NOT CORRECT !!! I DINT HEAR YOU SAY THE CORRECT NAME!” A quick, irritated glance around confirmed that everyone heard it because all activity has ceased and they are looking at me. A small exchange between the checkers then they the Nazi gives my ID checker a $hitty look (like this has been going on long before I showed up at 2:00pm) and I pipe up and tell them both, “The reason you didnt hear the name thats on the screen is because I didnt say it. I go by “Frank Delta 21’ and have all my life, including the last 22 years I have voted in this district.”
My Checker handed me my ballot and said “I know”.