Election integrity? Youngkin's kid tried to vote in Tuesday's election — twice
Legal system in Virginia? Two - one for white people, another for people of color? This has really got me thinking...
I’m just a cat but you two-leggers sure have a fucked up concept of justice.
Game show law. Vigilante justice.
That’s what appears to be happening. You spin the wheel and take your chances. And white privilege appears to have reared its ugly head yet once again in the land of the free and the home of the brave. Two laws - one for whites and one for blacks.
Governor-elect Youngkin’s 17 year old white kid tried to surreptitiously vote for daddy. Twice.
Should he be punished? Should he be punished twice? Nah - just a white boy fucking around. Boys will be boys. Cracker GQPs no doubt found the whole thing funny. Cute even. A topic to be laughed at over coffee or a couple of beers.
“Hey, did you hear what the Youngkin’s boy tried to do…?”
I realize that there is no legal rule or penalty to cover this. So there’s no need for us to get overly upset.
But there should be some sort of punishment.
Watching Americans the past four or five years, I get the uneasy feeling that had the kid been black, he probably would have been shot dead on the spot. Ahmaud Arbery’s death comes to mind, shot dead for jogging by bigoted vigilantes. And for the fait accompli - the judge has set up a mistrial. But that’s a topic for another day.
Let me tell you how cats would have handled all this…
First, a cat would never do anything outside feline law, but if they did…
On the first incidence, there would be an incredible amount of hissing, meowing, and yowling. Warnings. It usually works. But should this bad behavior continue, the bloodletting commences. We’d never kill - we rarely kill another cat. Not intentionally. But attention must paid.
The last resort - banishment, is worse than death. Seclusion. Alone forever. Not a pleasant consequence. At least when two-legs are in prison there are others with whom they can converse. Not so when you’re an ostracized feline. You are alone. Very alone. Word of the misdeed spreads rapidly. You see us hanging around in groups, discussing the incident. Usually at night.
You can hear them yowling late at night, the banished. In the woods. Deep in the woods and forests. It’s a sound you will never forget.
The sound is haunting. The loneliness gets unbearable - they say you start to wish for death.