When I voted for president back in November, the geriatric precinct workers assigned each voter an access code that we then had to enter on a keypad to make the machine work. This posed no inconvenience, but imagine how thrilled I was when I read the slip of paper and saw this:
Access Code
Clave de Acceso
Then the access number, date, time, and place followed.
I can think of no more brilliant idea than allowing non-English speakers voices in our election process.
Viva la multiculturalism!
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