by John F. Di Leo
Join us this week, as our young volunteer learns all about vote fraud in Texas…
“Awfully hot in here today, isn’t it, Pockets?” Pavel mopped his brow with a napkin as he collated literature for the week’s volunteering. “Dusty too…. Sorry, I don’t mean to complain.”
“No problem, Paully,” said Pockets, as he opened his window, carefully aiming it so the draft wouldn’t wreak havoc on the collating table. That’s all they’d need… for the Boss to walk in just as an open window blew a thousand leaflets all over the 51st ward headquarters. “That’s just the way these old boilers get the first few times they’re fired up in the fall. Won’t be so bad by the election, when we’ve had the heat on a few times. Besides, at least it’s not as hot as it got in Houston last month; now, that was a real inferno!”
“Houston?” the young volunteer perked up. Pavel Syerov, Jr. (Paul to his friends) put down his work and opened another frosty can of diet cola. “Doesn’t it ever cool down in Texas?”