Because, it’s just too difficult for Boobus Michiganderus to check the box that says, “Expecting to be out of town on Election Day.”
Ruth, forget it – you blew it.
Associating with a nepotism hair-brain isn’t going to help, either.
Because, it’s just too difficult for Boobus Michiganderus to check the box that says, “Expecting to be out of town on Election Day.”
Ruth, forget it – you blew it.
Associating with a nepotism hair-brain isn’t going to help, either.
Just ran into @RJ4MI in downtown Lansing. "Secretary Johnson," I said. "Please, just Ruth, or I'll have to call you Mr. Livengood."
— Chad Livengood (@ChadLivengood) March 31, 2015
Forget it, Ruth. You showed all of us what you really are about.
OABTW, that Fred idiot on the government dole has a face.
No level of protection for the taxpayer is left, as any defining lines to cross are swept away like sand.
That’s right, ‘the king’ dictates a yes vote.
Enjoy the commercial Rick Snyder has made with taxpayer dollars. All we did was add the funk for all the junk in Lansing’s trunk.
When the bureaucracy cannot (or WILL NOT) tell the difference between an opinion and a directive (express advocacy), no citizen protections are left in play. The Bureau of Elections had already tipped its hand that a denial of my complaint was coming prior to receiving it. The spokesguy Fred Woodhams made that announcement even admitting they had not yet seen it.
How could it possibly be doing its job if it had already made the decision without review of the facts? How could the process be properly run, if the denial of the complaint had to be crafted and spun to fit a predetermined outcome? Strangely enough, Woodhams himself has previously said that no statements about such things should happen prior to review. In 2012:
“Secretary of State Spokesman Fred Woodhams said that the office had received the complaint as of Friday. Woodhams said the Secretary of State’s office does not comment on allegations until they have an opportunity to review it.”
Pretty FUNKY, yes?
Indeed. Something stinks in Lansing, and it ain’t the Red Cedar Drain.