Shotgun wielding Pinkertons unleashed the attack dogs and full-bore firehoses as race riots engulfed Hotlanta earlier today after the state legislature approved the reactionary, Jim Crow-like message that you actually have to show some proof of who you are to vote. Georgia state Rep. Alisha Thomas Morgan let’s the po-po know that they be messing with a soulja, or possibly a knight:

“It’s whatever it takes,” Morgan said. “I’m putting on the armor. Nothing they can do will fix the bill. It’s a bad law and it needs to be repealed. We’re not going backwards.”

Armor or simply a helmet with a chin strap?

The law eliminates the use of some other forms of identification to vote, including
Social Security cards, birth certificates and utility bills.

Is it something they’re putting in The Coca-Cola? Has the corn syrup and fructose finally rotted out all of the teeth and is bubbling it’s way up to the brain? I show up to vote with a utility bill as the only proof of who I am.

The delightfully named Meg Smothers of the Georgia Chapter of Our Blessed Ladies of Perpetual Menstruation escaped the School of the America’s brutal Camp Slap-A-Ho detention center earlier this year to pen this little diddy for the Journal Constitution’s op-ed page:

Requiring voters to obtain a state-issued photo ID to cast a ballot is tantamount to a present-day version of the poll tax.

Forty years ago, the national Voting Rights Act was passed to prevent Southern states from enforcing discriminatory tactics to hinder citizens’ participation in the voting process. Voters today now have reason to wonder how far we have really come.

As I see it, photography has been around for over a 140 years now. How far have you come? Is 1857 still a little too futuristic for you?

As if the League of Women Voters, Common Cause, the ACLU and the NAACP weren’t enough, the AARP rustles up a thundering herd of walkers and wheelchairs. And if you aren’t afraid of the AARP’s bark, by god you best beware of their Polident bite:

After 40 years of voting in American elections, 61-year-old Dean Shirley of Decatur, Ga., could be denied the right to cast his ballot because he doesn’t have a photo ID.

“I’m registered, and they have the registration book right in front of them at the polls,” he says. “Who else is going to come in and say they’re Edward Dean Shirley?”
[...]
Dean Shirley, a former Georgia cotton mill worker, is disabled because of lung disease and arthritis. He no longer drives and says he doesn’t have a passport because he’s only been out of the country once, when he was in the service.

But Shirley wants to continue to vote, so he asked a relative to take him to a motor vehicle office to get a nondriver’s photo ID. They drove 45 minutes and waited in line nearly three hours to pay $20 for an ID. His number was skipped, and he left empty-handed. “I just don’t see the right in that,” he says.

That must not be the much-vaunted “fightin’ spirit” that beat Tojo and the Krauts I keep hearing about. Because if the DMV not calling your number made you go home in defeat, I’m left to imagine how the war where you “served” turned out.

We’ve got 10 year olds getting arrested for making counterfeit money on their home computers but manufacturing IDs to avoid electoral extinction for the decrepit Dino-donkeys of Dekalb County is a bridge too far. A photo-ID is not the damned Klan. I don’t care how white the background on it is.

What if, and I’m just saying “what if”, the mass mobilizing alphabet soup of the Grievance Industry, instead of suing everybody just ponied up the dough and bought the IDs with their tax-exempt funds? Get the troops fired up like they do when they see baby Jesus in a manger on state property or a black couple moving out of the ghetto and into a middle class neighborhood. Visualize. Then attack.

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