From Bev Harris, the hardest-working tin-foil advocate of them all--a women who would gather medals rather than scorn in a more serious society:
Susan Pynchon and I drove to two nearby towns and watched as they handed over their ballot boxes to "Butch and Hoppy", the two men who drive around in the state in a van picking the ballots up. We observed as they loaded boxes of ballots into the van with no slits at all in them. We videotaped each of these up close. They arrived at the destination without slits. The label on the top was affixed, but in some cases was crumpled, or also damaged.
See more here.
Nothing to see here, folks. I'd trust Butch and Hoppy with my democracy anytime. Stilts and Puddles are meeting them by the river, after all. Isn't there some axiom that states the more your nickname resembles that of an extra from "On the Waterfront," the less likely you are to ask "questions"? Sorry for the blatant nickname profiling going on here, but....
Jesus.
Another question--anyone else having trouble logging into the official recount site below?
http://www.sos.nh.gov/...
Access has been very spotty from me over the last few days.