(Although many people have seen it, I still want to say: the return of the Great Sage is worth watching.) ）

Kirk? Stone walked straight to the end of the line, standing aside and handing out sample ballots to the new voters, greeting and cheering them on to support the Republican Party, while glancing at Pickle on his right? Oliver, the little man with messy hair, was stomping his feet with his neck crunched and stiff hands.

"Hey! Don't you look at the weather forecast? Wear it so and it will come out. ”

Kirk laughed with a bit of schadenfreude.

"I've already worn more, I didn't expect it to be so cold in the morning." Pickle Oliver shook his body and complained, he looked at the coffee in the hands of Kirk and the others, and said with a look of envy. "If someone here sells coffee, I don't know how much money it will make."

"Come on, my coffee is cold. Besides, who doesn't know that coffee is not allowed to be sold at polling stations. ”

Kirk shook his head. Because the polling station was close to home, many people joined the queue with their own steaming coffee, just like him. He remembers that in '08, the church made a lot of money selling coffee at the polling station, and then it was not allowed.

Naturally, the material was very boring, and Pickle was so cold that he didn't want to speak, and after a while, Kirk was unwilling to look around lonely, looking for an opportunity to chat. Although this area has always been the domain of the Republican Party, it is useless to ask people who they vote for. An old lady with a dog glared at Kirk directly: "My vote is confidential!" Confidential! ”

Kirk sneered, although he chattered, he couldn't afford to provoke these powerful old ladies, and their sense of democracy was much stronger than his own.

Others don't seem to talk much, probably because they only get up in the morning and rush to work. Fortunately, there were more and more people helping the election, walking around the front and back of the line, Kirk greeted each other, chatted casually about trivial topics, and time passed very quickly.

Around noon, Kirk saw a Democratic campaign volunteer. suddenly became a little interested, and took the initiative to pull the other party to talk. Party members are also particular about the arrangements for election assistants, and the strong areas of their own parties must arrange the main force to ensure that there are no problems. And in areas where there is no even much influence. Often, only one or two volunteers are sent. In Kirk's opinion, the guy in front of him named Palermo was obviously the one who made up the numbers.

"Did you read the amendments to the Virginia Constitution that were voted on this ballot? On the article on public land expropriation, the Republicans are again in favor of voting in favor and the Democrats are in favor of voting against. ”

Kirk took the initiative to open the conversation.

"It's obviously a good thing for everyone, but it's turned into a partisan struggle again? It's boring. Explain beforehand. I'm not a Democrat, I'm not interested in partisan politics at all, I'm just an independent voter. ”

Palermo, a young man with light brown curly hair, muttered a few words and casually handed out the materials to the person in front of him, who was obviously a sample vote leaning towards the Democratic candidate.

"Come on, man, everyone knows they're here to support Jeff, and you're doing your best anyway."

Kirk heard what he said, and although he was secretly happy, he did not show it. He apparently thinks Palermo is just embarrassed to admit that he was sent here by the Democratic canons to go through the motions. He gave a look of relief, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder to release a friendly message.

"That's what you think?" Palermo was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face, and then pointed to a few hard-working female volunteers on the other side. "Why do I see several Democratic Party volunteers, and they seem to be optimistic?"

"What? No kidding, man. Kirk laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he was born and raised here, and he knew the town of Blackcastle all too well, and most of the people around him had always been Republican. Will the Democrats go to great lengths to get votes here? That's really a brain problem, and he deserves to run for little Booth.

However, when he turned his head to see the female volunteers, he found that several of them were very eye-catching, and they did not seem to be members of the team. The smile on his face froze. Although the situation is still unclear, Kirk already feels that the atmosphere is different from the previous two general elections.

He picked up the remaining sample votes in his hand and hurried to the door of the polling station to look, where the 10 punch card machines were all nervously busy. Finally, Kirk saw a familiar face, and hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Sasha." Are you done voting? Did you vote for Jeff? ”

Sasha is Erin's colleague, and she usually has a very good relationship, and he doesn't need to shy away from anything. The woman with a few freckles on her face was a little inexplicable, and when she saw that it was him, she patted her chest and smiled: "Hi! Surprise me! Kirk, what are you excited about? I thought you didn't care much about that. Flamin is a piece of shit, so I won't elect him to be a member of parliament. So I voted for Linda, who supported Sheila? Fürth, it's nice to have a female president, isn't it? ”

Kirk "buzzed" in his head, and in an instant something broke off. Although he didn't particularly care, he knew that the other party had clearly said at the party not long ago that it was Jeff who supported him? Booth, since voting for Republican Congressman Flamin should be a normal reaction!

Why did it change?

Isn't it one-sided without suspense here?

Blackcastle is a Republican's world!

Kirk stood still, his mind in confusion, and by the time he came back to his senses and tried to pull Sasha to ask him again, the woman had already hurried away. But there was no need to work harder, because he saw that the regional chairman, Grigor and Pickle, were standing not far away, and their faces were mixed with confused and frustrated expressions. Stone had never seen it before, and several punch cards with the Star-Spangled Banner next to him opened their big mouths of black holes, as if they were making silent mockery.

"Whoa!"

The cold wind blew, mixed with a few flying sample votes that swirled in the air like butterflies, and the bright red letters on them kept flashing and unusually dazzling, where it was written that the next Democratic presidential candidate, Sheila? Clint's campaign slogan:

"Believe in the American Dream!"

A scruffy-haired uncle came out of the polling station with a dog on his head, and a bored young man next to him looked around, then pointed to the dog shaking his head and asked, "Who did she vote for?" His somewhat abrupt joke had the desired effect, and everyone waiting in line nearby immediately burst into laughter, including the pretty girl standing beside him. The young man looked very proud, and spread his hands in a pretending to be dashing, wanting to continue talking to the girl while the iron was hot.

Kirk? Stone heard this sentence clearly, only to feel that the blood in his whole body instantly rushed to his brain, and almost immediately turned around and punched the young man, knocking him to the ground hard, and the nosebleeds gushed all over his face, causing everyone around him to exclaim!

It turned out that he didn't care so much about the election, and he shook his hand a little boringly, as if he didn't have the previous expectations for the evening party. (To be continued.) )