Last night was a busy night at Bush-Cheney '04 Headquarters.
I had a synchronistic experience on the way over aboard the #3 bus. The bus was crowded. I took one of the few available seats next to a woman with a box of files on her lap and her face buried into a book. A sly sideways glance revealed to me (I always try to see what fellow passengers are reading) that she was reading Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country?
Interestingly enough, my carry-on book was Michael Moore Is A Big, Fat, Stupid White Man.
I pulled it out and innocently read as we rode on. If she noticed my book, she didn't let on. But it was a nice moment. She eventually debussed.
It's unfortunate that the American people are reduced to wasting our time at all on a lying distorter of facts such as Michael Moore. But I am reading it because the Democratic Party is held hostage by this fool and I want to be clear on the lies his minions put forth.
As I'd mentioned last week, the WROCKS phase is ended. We are now working from a data base of names of individuals who we believe have a need to vote in absentium.
We phone them, ask if they have received the application in the mail and ask if they have filled it out and mailed it. There is some statistical evidence showing that people who apply for an absentee ballot are much more likely to cast their vote. So our office is trying to get as many people to do so as we can, as those are votes we want counted for W.
On the phone, my work this night was rather unusual in the strange encounters I'd had with people. There was a fellow who'd claimed he was definitely voting for Bush, but his wallet was for the Democrats. I asked him what he meant by that and he went on in a rather hyper-caffeinated style about how Bush has destroyed our economy, he's lost a lot of income, his fellow employees are laid off, he is two weeks behind in the rent....but we've got to vote for Bush because he's going to keep us free!
I kept waiting for this fellow to tip his hand to me that he was a smart-guy Democrat playing me for a fool. But he kept insisting that he was voting for Bush. Why should I argue with that? I politely told him that from where I sit I don't see the economy going belly up (in fact, it is doing quite well), but I wasn't about to take issue with him so long as he was voting for Bush. And I agree with him in principle that Bush is the only candidate who will prosecute an effective war on the terrorists. After failing to get this revved up guy signed on board as a volunteer for W, I begged goodnight as I had several more calls to make. Whew!
At another place on my list, I accidentally phoned a woman a second time after having left a voice mail about the absentee ballot application. This time she picked up and, aggressive as a rottweiler, insisted on knowing why I was calling her back.
"Oh sorry, ma'am. Yes, you're right. My mistake. I apologize. Goodnight."
Sheese! There is nothing more annoying than a persistent Republican invading the sanctity of one's home.
I learned something else this night. I'd mentioned to staff that I had also received an application for an absentee ballot in my home mailbox and that I'd promptly thrown it in the trash. It seems that was a mistake on my part. It turns out that one significant group of citizens who never bother to vote is.....volunteers. When Election Day arrives, I may very well be so busy in distant parts of town that I will not have time to go to the polls, myself. It is important that I cast an absentee ballot so that I do not have to interrupt my work on election day and run to my neighborhood polling place.
I argued with staff that, look, I'm going to be sleeping in my own bed on Election Day Eve. My polling place is but four blocks from that bed. Surely, I can rise, brush my teeth, get dressed and go vote first thing in the morning.
Not necessarily, staff corrected me. I may well be across town doing work in preparation before the polls open. I should vote before Election Day with an absentee ballot. Typically, every election, scores of volunteers never cast their vote for their candidate of choice.
Wouldn't that be a pisser? Okay. I'm reapplying for another application. I'm glad I learned this now before it's too late.