Eight days until Election Day. The rubber hits the road....
The only thing flying at Cluth campaign HQ today were the mosquitoes. Since Seabrook has received about 30" of rain over the past eight days, the late-starting write-in campaign is getting off to a soggy start. We're debating whether quinine will be de rigeur at campaign rallies- assuming that we can actually get more than 3 people in one place at the same time.
The campaign hierarchy is still heavily involved in the minutiae of running a campaign: fund-raising, coming up with slogans, finding volunteers, and coming up with some "walking around money". Fund-raising has been particularly slow, having as yet not even raised enough money to buy the candidate a cup of coffee at Starbucks. Let's not even get started on the "walking around money".
The sloganeering has experienced some creative difficulties. The best suggestion so far ("Everybody must get stoned") was discarded since it was determined that it just wouldn't play well with certain audiences. "He's cute, housebroken, and plays well with others" is showing some promise, but focus groups can't tell if it's selling a candidate or a dog from the Humane Society. In the final analysis, there may not be much of a difference.
As far as volunteers go, well, let's just say that no one wants to stand around in the pouring rain, particularly since most of southeast Texas is turning into a malarial swamp. Running as the candidate from West Nile doesn't seem to be a recipe for success.
The campaign goals at this point are modest. Ideally, we'd like to see us get into double digits- that's votes, not percentage. I'd been hoping to get Larry Simon's endorsement, but was disappointed to learn that his allegiances lay elsewhere. What's worse is that Anna Nicole Smith isn't returning my phone calls. Ah, well, on to the next political conquest....
