Murica’s Election Tampering Iceberg: Cabaret remix

This is the iceberg— corruption at the surface, Democracide below the line. Mail it on time— the postmark runs late. You cast it on time— they reject it by date. “Mail it a week early,” the Postal Service says— Why should a lawful vote need seven days’ grace? Barcodes. Envelopes. Voter lists too. More little hurdles between the ballot and you. One more hurdle. One more delay. One more drag between a voter and their say. Make it harder— call it efficiency. That’s the dirty drag on democracy. Welcome aboard the ClownCar Regime, Where every safeguard gets sold as a dream. “il Douchey” leads the corruption parade— Brass-band promise, paper-shredder blade. Murica’s Election Tampering Iceberg: Corruption at the surface, Democracide below the line. Every little obstacle, every petty decree— Democracy freezes, degree by degree. BRING OUT THE VOTE! WE NEED A DEMOCRATIC TIDAL WAVE— Roll it coast to coast, there’s a democracy to save. Wash out the rot, wash the fetid slime— BRING 3️⃣ PEOPLE TO THE POLLS. 3️⃣ people at a time. Scrape through the rolls, run names through the files. Bad data can follow you mile after mile. Wrong flag, stale record— a lawful name can fall. CHECK YOUR NAME IS ON THE ROLL before you vote at all. Citizenship papers. Stricter ID. More paper standing between the ballot & me. Putin’s got popcorn, Xi’s checking the score— Every foreign rival wants us trusting ourselves less than before. Bots sell panic, politicians sell fear, Then point at the smoke n say, “See? Something happened here.” Jokes come cheap, but records come dear— Bring out the receipts. Make the record clear Crack the city. Pack the seat. Choose your voters before they compete. Texas drew for five with a mid-cycle pen. California drew five right back again. Line by line, district by design— When politicians pick voters, democracy’s on the line. Count fewer people— tilt tomorrow’s maps. Raise another hurdle. Open another gap. Cry “fraud” before the count. Fight every loss you reap. Keep stirring up the water till Democracide runs deep. Cloud the truth in all that murk till it sinks beyond our reach. Dirty little drags pull democracy beneath. Thank Gawd for Marc Elias— somebody brought The Fight❗️ Democracy Docket keeps the record; Elias takes it to court. FILE IT! FIGHT IT! PUT IT ON THE RECORD! HAUL DEMOCRACY BACK ABOVE THE WATER! J6 swagger, ICE by the polls, Badges flashing, cameras trained. Just beyond the polling line— What are you doing there at voting time? Who has my name? Who has my file? Who might be waiting that last half-mile? Fear does the work before anybody arrives— another boot across the throat of democratic Lives. CHECK YOUR ROLL. KNOW YOUR POLL. BRING THE ID YOUR STATE REQUIRES. KNOW YOUR RIGHTS. WALK INSIDE. BRING 3 PEOPLE. SIDE BY SIDE. WHAT’S YOUR JOB? BRING 3 TO THE POLLS! WHY 3? SO NOBODY WALKS ALONE! Crack the city, pack the seat, Choose your voters before they compete. Texas went fishing for five with a mid-cycle pen, California answered, “Fine—we’ll draw five back again.” Seat for seat and line for line, Turn living neighborhoods into partisan design. Missouri carved Cleaver’s Fifth to chase seven of eight, Three hundred thousand signatures said: “Let the voters arbitrate.” State court says old map, federal court says new, Deadline bearing down—so which line governs you? Stretch one district, split another clean— When politicians pick voters, what does voting even mean? Pack up the watchdogs, politicize the crew, Turn public-service doors into loyalty dues. Pressure the official, threaten the clerk, Make counting votes a culture-war piece of work. You bring 3, I’ll bring 3— That’s how a ripple becomes A SEA! Their ballot is theirs. Their choice is free. Your ethical job? GET 3 THERE SAFELY. BRING OUT THE VOTE! WE NEED A DEMOCRATIC TIDAL WAVE— Roll it coast to coast, there’s a democracy to save. Wash out the rot. Wash the fetid slime. BRING 3 PEOPLE TO THE POLLS. Three people at a time. THE WORLD DEPENDS ON YOU— END ‘MURICUN EMPIRE! CHECK YOUR ROLL! KNOW YOUR POLL! BRING 3 PEOPLE! COUNT EVERY BALLOT! LET THE PEOPLE DECIDE! Every petty decree Democracide! …degree by degree. Jokes come cheap, but records come dear— Bring out the receipts. Make the record clear. Not for you. Not for me.