A Vegas voter posted this on Bob Beers’ blog yesterday:
Disgusted with Dems Says:
October 31st, 2008 at 3:01 pm
I went to one of the early voting locations today and when I refused the Copening propaganda her supporters thrust at me in the parking lot, I was called a “b*tch” as I walked away. How dare they treat voters with such disrespect.
In this next case, emailed in by my one of my readers, a partisan person was sanctioned:
I voted this morning at the Lake Meade/Tenaya location. Probably the most excitement was a guy from the Obama campaign that had on a yellow T-shirt that said “voting questions – ask me” or something like that. He was sitting along the line of people waiting to vote.
I didn’t think anything of it, until I noticed that all the poll workers had on blue/white/red shirts. About that time, the guy was escorted out of the area. He took off the shirt and then was milling around with the ‘poll observers’. I was ready to grab my cell phone for a picture if anything exciting happened, but nothing did.
I waited about an hour to vote. My hubby was on Channel 3 – they were interviewing people about the early voting process – was it easy, what did we think, etc.
There is not supposed to be any partisan canvassing at the polls. Also, in re: to situation 1 above, here is what item 3 of the Nevada Voters’ Bill of Rights, as outlined in NRS 293.2546, says about voting:
3. Each voter has the right to vote without being intimidated, threatened or coerced.
That first voter should have complained to the poll workers so they could have asked those Copening people to take their handouts and nasty remarks elsewhere.
Mo's Mom
Sharon
1 November 2008
I’m the voter who is apparently a bitch.
Copening’s people also had a table set up outside the building with campaign literature and donuts. As people walked by toward the voting location, people at the table called out “Donuts?” At one point the security officer driving around pulled up and they came over to serve him donuts. Sad, really.
After being called a bitch by two of the Copening people (they were handing out her flyers and wearing her shirts, so one can safely assume they were her people), I sat in the lobby of the polling place pondering what to do. As I did so, I watched a heavyset woman manning the Copening donut table. She was trying to sign people up for something and was clutching a clipboard. After about half an hour, she came into the building and went into a back room, where she came out minus her big floppy hat but wearing a bright pink “Observer” pin. And she proceeded to head down to where the voting was actually taking place.
I refused the Copening campaign collateral for three reasons: one, because I didn’t care to read it. Two, because I planned to vote for Bob Beers and nothing in the world was going to change my mind. And three, because I don’t like being harassed when I go to vote.
And that’s how I felt.