Victoria Jackson: “Fishy politics in Alaska”
“It’s not who votes that counts, but who counts the votes.”
– Josef Stalin
By Victoria Jackson (WND): I was dying to ask Joe Miller about the ridiculously “fishy” 2010 Alaskan Senate election. Driving from a Juneau tea party held in an empty room in a rundown mall, back to our WND Celebrity cruise ship, Joe, his beautiful wife, Kathleen, and our beautiful volunteer driver, homeschool mom/tea-party activist Barbara, were kind enough to oblige me.
“Miller ran on the tea-party platform of reduced taxes and government, opposition to abortion, repeal of the health-care law passed by the Democrats in 2010, and restriction of federal earmarks for local projects.”
Sounds like my kind of candidate. And, listen to his resume: Joe is an attorney, a U.S. magistrate judge, a faithful husband and father of eight, a 1997 graduate of Yale Law School, a combat veteran of the 1991 Gulf War and a graduate of the U.S. Military Academy at West Point where he received his bachelor’s degree in political science with honors, and where he was a member of the Officer’s Christian Fellowship, an organization that seeks to “develop career-long ‘ambassadors for Christ in uniform.'” Wow.
Joe Miller, please be the president.
“[T]o ensure voter confidence in the election process and transparency,” Joe Miller “filed two state court and one federal lawsuit and later one state supreme court appeal, claiming constitutional violations of equal protection, the election clause of the U.S. Constitution and voter fraud as well as violations of the state election statute.” Thank you, Joe.
I witnessed voter fraud at the Miami Shores Recreation Center in 2010. I went to vote with my elderly mom and dad. Mom (hard of hearing) said to my Dad (hard of hearing) loudly, “Oh! The last time we were at this polling place was when we voted for Reagan, right Jim?!” The poll volunteer glanced at us coldly and then spent 30 minutes looking for my name and address and handed me a form for the wrong district. When I corrected her, got the right ballot, and filled it out, she took it from me as if she were going to place it in the box herself (or not). I asked her if I could please place it in the ballot box myself. She made a face at me. I refused to leave until I could see her actually place it in the ballot box. I reported her to the poll supervisor.
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