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Virginia Vote


Just returned from voting here in Virginia, where we go to the polls every November, because our state delegates are elected in odd-numbered years. I continue to be astonished at how little is required of voters by way of identification: I gave a poll worker my name, she looked it up, and asked me my address (which by then was in plain sight). That’s it. When I offered to show my drivers license, she said it wasn’t necessary. And then I voted. When Republicans talk about increasing ballot security, they’re talking about little things like requiring voters to show proof of identification–and they’re accused of racism for it, as if it were a 1960s literacy test from Mississippi (“how many bubbles in a bar of soap?” etc.). Ludicrous, ludicrous, ludicrous.


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