I could see now all I needed to do was sit back and listen. And that is exactly what I did.
"Now you got this bunch calling themselves Independents," he said shaking his head. "Back in the good old days you were a Democrat or a Republican. I remember in one election around these parts, everybody around here was a member of just one party. You didn't see anyone supporting the other bunch, at least out in the open . Well, one election, a fellow moved in here and ran for office on the ticket of the party that no one supported around here. The election came around and everyone gathered down at the store where the voting was going on. That afternoon, the final paper ballot was cast, the last number 2 lead pencil licked, and the galvanized tin ballot box was unlocked by the precinct judge. Ballots were pulled out one at a time and the results counted out loud for everyone to hear.
"After most of the votes counted so far had gone to the prevailing party in these parts, one ballot was drawn out of the box marked for the candidate from the other party. Of course, everyone concluded the newcomer had cast the vote for himself.
"The counting continued for another thirty minutes or so and as the last ballot was pulled from the box, the precinct judged unfolded the ballot and just stared at it with the look of a possum about ready to become road kill," Uncle Sid said now getting up from the table.
"What happened then?" I asked waiting for the punch line.
Uncle Sid stopped, looked me in the eye and announced, "The precinct judge just made a non-partisan ruling and said, 'I'm throwing this vote out! There's not another member of that party who lives around here and I declare the sorry joker has voted for himself twice.'"
Now that's what I call non-partisan politics.