Voting at the NYC French Consulate
The French Connection Election:
This Saturday afternoon, I walked to the French Consulate on Fifth Ave & 75th Street so as to exercise my Fab Frog voting rights. I was intent on taking a few pictures to mark and record the decidedly important occasion. I asked an attractive female friend to accompany me, as I surmised that it might be a dicey proposition to take photos inside the consulate during the voting procedures, a sexy girl would likely have a better shot at getting away with it than a tick-off tadpole.
As I had feared, moments after she started clicking away, a senior member of the Consule General de France instantly made a beeline toward us and then proceeded to tell us, in no uncertain terms, to immediately cease and desist. Moreover, he sternly asked us to promptly delete the images off the cell phone. Of course, I took the phone from my gal pal and pretended to diligently delete them. Little did they know, I was an astute undercover reporter for a highly recognized online publication. (For your viewing pleasure, the adjacent images are what we got away with.)
A Curious Consulate Caper:
This get’s more interesting. To remind us and put us all in the appropriate frame of mind, the consulate staff had posted large color posters of all the candidates on the walls of a circular stairwell leading to the large ballroom (turned voting hall) on the floor above. Out of the 11 candidates presenting themselves for the French Presidency, take a wild guess who was missing? Yep, that’s right, you guessed it, Marine Le Pen was nowhere to be found!
As soon as I noticed the astounding gaffe, I forthwith asked those around me WTF is this? No one seemed to know or have noticed, but they too were rather miffed. Further, to my astonishment, upon alerting a few volunteers officiating at the proceedings, these dim wits claimed they hadn’t noticed it and didn’t seem to care in the slightest, much less bother addressing the considerable clandestine cockup.
To attempt to rectify the totally FUBAR situation, I went looking for my new pal at The Consule Generale de France so as to directly question him about the grave omission, but conveniently he had disappeared from sight. I tried to track him down, however, at that point, some other person of authority suggested to me that I best move along so as not to disrupt the steady flow of voter traffic. Shortly thereafter, I was asked to promptly get moving and swiftly escorted out of the building under the watchful eye of the attending security guards.
On a more positive note:
Prior to entering the voting booth, from an extended table, we were required to pick up two separate cards for two disparate candidates. Ostensibly, so that no one would see who you were selecting prior to entering the cramped cubicle. Thus, you voted with the ticket your candidate was on and discarded the other. Well, in my particular booth there were about 50 discarded cards on the small shelf, and I’m pleased to report that very few had Le Pen marked on them!
Sure smells like Globalists to me…………..Guess who this furious frog voted for?