I was just finishing up dinner when I heard a knock on the door. Figuring it was one of the neighbor kids coming to ask for some toys, I didn’t hasten to answer it. When I did get there I was surprised to see a young man with a Steve Daines button clearly displayed on his lapel.
“I’m sorry, is this the Jones house?” he asked.
“Nope, sorry,” I said, and he was already moving up the steps before the words were out of my mouth.
I went outside about 10 minutes later and saw him going over to the apartments across the street, clipboard in hand, getting out the vote.
I felt bad for him, incredibly bad. You know those moments when you almost feel embarrassed for someone else, like the head-shaking energy is somehow too great to control and bursts forth to encompass you as well?
Yeah, that’s how I felt. I felt kind of like those people that saw me drop my clipboard in the snow after a guy slammed his door in my face last March – bad for having seen it.
A Tightening Race
It’s just that this is House District 98, and in a bit of a poorer section. Plus I have voting walk lists of the whole thing, and all the places I saw him hitting up are registered closer to ‘Leaning Democrat’ than what he’s looking for.
Or is this a bit of desperation on Daines’ part? I noticed yesterday that some pretty prominent Republican ‘voices’ on Twitter were really calling Amanda Curtis out on a few things. Shucks – I thought this race was dead and buried and in the bag for Daines! What the hell happened?
Now you’re getting a lot of chatter like why isn’t she putting anything on her campaign website…what’s all this tracker BS?...doesn’t she want to win?
Not good, but what are you going to do – come out swinging and risk looking like your tongue might get ahead of your mind?
Shit, what a calamity! Will that beat out the ISIS beheadings, Ebola outbreak, and royal baby photos for top billing on the evening news? Will it edge out the fucking weather?
Defining Political Strategies
But I doubt many in the state concern themselves much with those ancient fancies – what’s the point?
Hopefully these candidates can get their act together. I felt bad today for that young Republican get-out-the-voter, and feeling bad leads to apathy. Don’t feel bad for your opponent, hit the hell out of him until he’s down for the count and the contest is over.
Teddy Roosevelt got involved in a bar fight in Mingusville in 1884. A drunk that’d been shooting at the clock saw him walk in and yelled out that “Four Eyes” was buying the next round. After laughing it off and sitting out of the way, Roosevelt was accosted further by the rustler, whose grasp of the English language seemed to account for the most part in colorful expressions.
Roosevelt jumped up when he wasn’t looking and gave him a hard right to the jaw, a left, and then another right to the face. The man managed to fire both of his guns, although Roosevelt later figured it was just him getting knocked about a bit that did it. The punches had spun the man around, whereupon he fell, hitting his head on the bar on the way down. He was out cold, and the other patrons of the bar who “were now loud in their denunciation of him, hustled him out and put him in the shed.” (NPS website)
I wonder if Amanda Curtis will be heading to Wibaux anytime soon. Perhaps she’ll get some inspiration from stopping in at what’s left of Nolan’s Hotel.