Don't hate me because they want me. You, they could take or
leave, but me, they are totally hot for. My name is Scott Cardwell and I live
in a swing state. Okay, it's not Ohio, but it is Virginia. And as I write this,
with two days remaining until the election, we are considered a "coin toss"
state. So, me and my fellow Virginians are being hard-sell, heavy petting,
under the shirt, over the bra, wooed to within an inch of our lives. And having
lived in non-swing states for the majority of my adult life, I'm not going to
lie, I have LOVED every second of it. The hoopla, the motorcades, the
I know you have some hot races. The Elizabeth Warren/Scott
Brown race may very well decide the Senate. And I'm guessing, even with the
pledge for the civil campaign, your TVs are attack dogs (just like ours) that
no amount of quick-draw DVR-ing can silence. But the big boys are here. The
grass is heavily trod upon. And for someone like me, an opinionated loud
mouthed political junkie, this Presidential season in Southern Virginia is the
Big Rock Candy Mountain. In my bar, at the doors I knock on and at the check
out counter, no place is safe from heated debate. Flocks of reporters have been
dispatched for man-on-the-street interviews pushing microphones in our face
asking our opinion, ad after television ad after television ad... "Barack Obama
supports abortion AND gay rights. Do you?" Why, yes I do. Our TVs, our phones
and our front doors have become portals for the candidates and their minions to
come into our home and into our heads to make their case. Last week Joe Biden
was at the armory in my town, today, the day before the election, Mitt's going
to be at a local airfield and the other day my friend almost tripped over Paul
So, I have loved it. It was so empowering. Who doesn't want
to be wanted? But, just so very
recently, sometime after the first debate something changed. I'm a single
woman, small business owner, farmer who lives in Southern Virginia (talked
about a courted demographic) but I am in NO WAY undecided. I am totally in the
tank for Barack. I have thrown events at
my bar, I have knocked on doors. And just this past week as the skin tight race
nears its end and we (shudder) stare down the barrel of a Romney/Ryan
administration I have realized the deep dark mission that I lays before me...if I
chose to accept it...apparently it's up to me to save the world.
You may say it's Narcissism born of the fact that my vote
counts so much more than yours (and the citizens of forty-three other American
states) and you may be right, because everyone else I know who is politically
active here feels the same heavy responsibility. We are very well aware that
EVERY VOTE COUNTS (remember Florida!). And we are beating the backwoods, the
malls, the pseudo-hipster cafes for every single democrat we can find. And
believe me, I live near Lynchburg (Not-Jack-Daniels-But -Jerry-Falwell)
Virginia. Liberals are thin on the ground.
But let me reassure you. The Obama For America campaign is
everywhere. They have apps for persuading, models for turnout, and good old
fashion boot leather for persuading models to turnout. They reminded me on
facebook to remind my friends Jon and Dan to vote since Jon and Dan's info
shows that they live near me and support the President (yikes!). I just got an
email offering to show me all the Scotts who had voted and reminded me to tell
my friends Dan and Jon and Charlotte and Jaz that they can check every Dan and
Jon and Charlotte and Jaz who has already voted. Wow. On Election Day I'll be
knocking on known supporters doors, which, in some cases will be the second or
third time someone has knocked on their door and probably the tenth time
someone has contacted them from the campaign. And while it does border on
harassment, hey, we're saving the world from Ayn Rand and his older brother
(you know that guy nobody recognizes as your former governor?). And most people
are pretty cool with it - they like being wanted too.
So, as the hour draws near and we've exhausted the campaign
call lists, my friends and I decided we needed to do more, to find more voters.
We figure to aim for real true direct contact so a couple of days ago we
decided we're starting a good old fashion phone tree. Tonight we're encouraging
anyone anywhere (this is where you come in) to call at least two friends or
family members in swing states and make sure they are voting for the president
and tell them to call two friends and so on and so on...
At my bar this evening we'll be organizing our phone tree
around the endangered rights of women (Voices for Choices). We Virginians have
suffered through Bob "Vaginal Ultrasound"
MacDonnell's frontal assault on us. It's an easy sell.
So your mission, if you chose to accept it, is to start a
phone tree and save the world.
As for Virginia, we got this...I think...I'm pretty sure.