The Born Loser by Art and Chip Sansom for November 03, 2015
Transcript:
Brutus: Chief, may I take an extra half hour at lunch to go vote? Mr. Veeblefester: Get your priorities straight, Thornapple! Your work is more important - you are indispensable to me! Mr. Veeblefester: Now that that's been settled, run down to the corner and get me a pumpkin spice latte, would you?
steven01221971 about 9 years ago
He’s right. Vote either way you lose!
llong65 about 9 years ago
I believe there is a federal law the says employers must allow employees time to vote.
Raider Red Premium Member about 9 years ago
But almost two-thirds of states require it, and of those the majority make it paid time off. Eighteen states and the District of Columbia have no specific law on the matter.
Bandusia15 about 9 years ago
Federally you are allowed four hours to vote.Not in the States I guess but here.Steven01221971 is yet another guy who’s never heard of Bernie Sanders. Sighhhh..
JoePhan about 9 years ago
Here in California, the polls are open from 7 AM until 8 PM, so almost everybody can vote either before or after work. And, if you’re one of those rare people who can’t, your employer has to give you time off to vote, although I don’t think that you’re paid for it.
Tarredandfeathered about 9 years ago
Also, being the Born Loser, you always Vote for the Wrong Candidate, Thornapple.
Tarredandfeathered about 9 years ago
No Line Jumping at the Polls.
Tarredandfeathered about 9 years ago
And, of course, No Employer would Ever violate the Law and threaten to Fire the employees who are likely to Vote for the “Wrong Candidate”.Just as there are no Employers who would Ever try to Tell their employees Who to vote for..Oh, Wait…
Jim Kerner about 9 years ago
Veebs is afraid of the 98% voting because it could hurt him and the other 2%
K M about 9 years ago
Reminds me of an incident an old coworker once experienced in the Pentagon. As he, a mere corporal, was walking down an aisle, he encountered a hard-charging one-star general obviously on a very urgent mission. However, he stopped in his tracks when the door through which he had entered the corridor opened to a three-star sticking out his head (and shoulderboards, which is how we know he had three stars) to call to the one-star, “That’s two black, one cream, one cream and sugar.” My coworker said that even without seeing his face, he knew the one-star turned 50 shades of red at having the cover blown on his urgent mission.