Once in a while candidates (usually the wackier ones) think they can cash in on the large Canadian absentee ballot. I’m not sure of the exact levels but according to (Union site, *warning pdf) iamaw.org:
I’m all for hijacking my own thread, if you want. Or we can start another.
With all due respect to what you personally may or may not believe, it is a core tenet of Mormonism. From The fourteen fundamental articles or beliefs of Mormons | Recovery from Mormonism
Before you or anyone goes off on that website, that is NOT where I learned about this. I learned about it from a devoted, practicing Mormon who believes it utterly. After I learned about it, I made it a point to discuss it with every practicing Mormon, jack-mormon, ex-mormon, and Mormon missionary I meet, and that includes people who married into my family. And pretty much all of them will, with carying degrees of pressure applied, cop to the fact that it is true.
So while you may not believe it, Joseph Smith taught it.
Bummer. Thought I’d found a home for the seventy virgins the other guys promised 
I hate it when people equate “what they believe” with “the absolute and unquestionable truth that must be spread to the ignorant sheeple”.
I would have soaked her with the garden hose…
Um, isn’t that David Icke?
David Icke is the lizard-people man. But Larouche is the one who accuses Liz II of being a major global drug kingpin, as well as inciting the OK City bombing.
Poor Liz…she’s got multiple nutcases after her…
Heh…I remember several years ago when LaRouche was running for office, one of his loonies showed up at my door. After asking me if I was tired of a lying, thieving government, she said that “her” candidate was the man for me, by golly. “Who is your candidate?” I inquired. “My candidate believes this, that and this other thing, represents blah-blah-blah…” I cut her off. “WHO is your candidate?” “I’m sure you want a change in the way…” “WHO IS YOUR CANDIDATE?”
She said, “Um.”
I said, “It’s LaRouche, isn’t it?”
She said, “Everything you’ve heard about him is lies - the kind of lies that put Hitler in power.”
At this point, my elderly next-door-neighbor lady walked up to see what all the chit-chat was about. The loonie turned to her and started her pitch all over again (still on MY porch, I might add.) Then she said to her, “Your neighbor here doesn’t realize by not voting for LaRouche, she is just being a Good Little Nazi.”
Did I mention my next-door-neighbor was a survivor of a WWII concentration camp? You never saw a little old lady swing a rake so fast in your life. Last I saw the loonie, she was running down the street screaming for help.
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(Note: the little old lady next door couldn’t run very fast, but she made her point. She died a few years later, and just about a week before her death she said to me, “Remember when I chased that dirtbag down the street? That was fun.”)
When I worked for the Secretary of State (MA, late 80’s to mid 90’s) the old buzzard would somehow collect enough signatures from unjustifiably registered voters to get on a few ballots for Congress and stuff. Party was different every time–I remember one confusing name, in a state that had about 35% registered Democrats, being The New Democrats. The words Workers and Future showed up a few times too. Before most people caught on to the looniness of LaRouche, his people would display his name and picture much more openly. It was weird. He looked sort of like an insane Lionel Barrymore with worse hair.
(MA used to have about 12% Repubs and the rest independents, confusingly called Unenrolled. So the largest single voting block in the state was the Unenrolled Voters. Don’t ask. From the results, most vote Democrat in the general election. And oh yeah, there’s an actual Independent Party in the state too. We’re like Italy with clam chowder).
Oh yeah, since his post appeared when I was writing mine: I lift a glass high to LifeOnWry’s neighbor lady’s memory. Coolest old lady in Chicago!
She must have been a wonderful neighbor. I used to have a LOL across the street from me who had known my grandparents, my parents, and me all our lives. She was sharp as a tack, and we could talk for hours at a time. I still miss her. She could have verbally skewered any Larouche Loonie that darkened her doorstep.
Actually, my LOL neighbor was not really a nice person, but she was a pretty good neighbor as far as looking out for people in the neighborhood. Her experiences in Poland during the war made her a little paranoid (understandably) and very easily offended. I admired her, but I didn’t much like her, if that makes sense.
(And for the record, Mehitabel, I’m a she.)
The Great LaRouche ToadFrog Massacree, by Berke Breathed.
For your enjoyment.
Thank you for posting that link before I had the chance to.
You suck.
The link is broken, spooje
I read this whole thread specifically to post that as well.
Great minds think alike.
LifeOnWry, I’ll also raise a glass to your little old lady. Here’s hoping that when we get to be her age, we can pull something like that off ourselves! 
CJ
Still works for me.
Try the address.
Da link bilong spooje worka me, ZC.
Stoid
That little statement is so beautiful. Is it yours?
It would make a great sig line.
Bubba
So, what’s a jack-mormon then?