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  1. 1. Are you going to vote on Wednesday?

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After my long ride I'll spin past the voting station up to my eyeballs in mud and cast my vote. If you don't vote you cannot complain....

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I wonder why they don't make it law that every citizen must vote...even if you spoil your vote.

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but why would they NOT be stamped ? what kind of a stamp is it and when should it be stamped ?

 

Apparently this is an ANC thing... they don't stamp all ballot papers where the other parties are more likely to win....

Passing on what I have heard....

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At 5am I'm off to Bill Harrops for a hot-air balloon ride. After that a visit to van Gaalens, to brows their cheese, not to ride. Then a nap and then I'll go and vote. Voting station 800m from my house so I can just walk there.

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Apparently this is an ANC thing... they don't stamp all ballot papers where the other parties are more likely to win....

Passing on what I have heard....

No way. The ANC would never do that!

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At 5am I'm off to Bill Harrops for a hot-air balloon ride. After that a visit to van Gaalens, to brows their cheese, not to ride. Then a nap and then I'll go and vote. Voting station 800m from my house so I can just walk there.

Enjoy the balloon flight, dress up warmly!

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My vote will cancel bra Julius' vote. Well not really, but I like to think so.

 

Great point Taps!:clap:

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While walking down the street one day a "Member of Parliament" is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

 

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

 

'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'

 

'No problem, just let me in, 'says the man.

 

'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity'.

 

'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.

 

'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

 

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

 

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

 

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

 

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

 

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises …

 

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

 

'Now it's time to visit heaven.'

 

So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realises it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

 

'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity'.

 

The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell. '

 

So St. Peter escorts him to the lift and he goes down, down, down to hell.

 

Now the doors of the lift open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and rubbish.

 

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more rubbish falls from above.

 

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,’ stammers the MP. ‘Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of rubbish and my friends look miserable. What happened? '

 

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ' Yesterday we were campaigning ...

Today you voted.'

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