Yeah, sometimes I believe the same thing. One election night about a year ago I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off looking for my polling place. The one I was supposed to go to didn’t exist, or else it’s alleged address was a typo; the second one wouldn’t take me, so I went to the main office, which was crammed with people looking for their polling places. (It was the last time Oregon had any non-mail voting, so we were all whupped with the stupid stick that night.)
Anyway, there was this huge line, and I walked alongside the line, until I found an abandoned cheat sheet lying there on the little wall you have to stand in line next to. I looked at, realized it was only useful to people who knew their precinct number, and proceeded to dig around for my little voter card. I mentioned to a curious stranger in the line that it was probably exactly what somebody was looking for.
So then this guy interrupted. I assume this dude assumed I was an election official, since he started complaining to me about how much trouble he was having finding his polling place, and grabbed the little pamphlet out of my hand. So I now had no way to find my polling station except by looking over this bastard’s shoulder. Anyway, I got just what I deserved for suggesting that someone else might benefit from the little pamphlet.
Nothing I write about any person or group should be applied to a larger group.