‘I want the new Government Registered Voter ID, please,’ said Grayson, handing his papers to the registration clerk.
‘Certainly. But this morning the president decreed that all applicants pay a thousand-dollar registration fee. Do you have it?’
‘A thousand? No, I don’t. What’s going on?’
‘The president says that anyone who can’t raise a thousand bucks to vote is a deadbeat who doesn’t deserve the privilege. No payment, no Voter ID.’ The clerk checked he wouldn’t be overheard. ‘Come back next week,’ he whispered. ‘He’ll change his mind when he discovers how much of his base can’t pay it.’
‘Certainly. But this morning the president decreed that all applicants pay a thousand-dollar registration fee. Do you have it?’
‘A thousand? No, I don’t. What’s going on?’
‘The president says that anyone who can’t raise a thousand bucks to vote is a deadbeat who doesn’t deserve the privilege. No payment, no Voter ID.’ The clerk checked he wouldn’t be overheard. ‘Come back next week,’ he whispered. ‘He’ll change his mind when he discovers how much of his base can’t pay it.’
