All politics is lustful, I mean, local
So I voted in my local primary yesterday, thanks to a lot of pushy canvasers lambasting me while I was walking my dog. None of them seemed to know anything about the candiates dog related policies, but they complimented Baxter’s unique coloring, and asked me if I was going to vote. I lied and said yes, then, feeling guilty about the lie, wandered over to the polling place to cast a ballot. I had no idea about either of the candidates for state senate and didn’t really care to rush home for some internet research. So, taking democracy very seriously, I based my decision on who had cuter canvasers. Martin Connor, 30 year incumbent in the New York State Senate sent a rather obese and weating gentleman to hand out fliers, while Daniel Squadron, wealthy young upstart, sent youthful men and women who smelled faintly of Gaultier. Sold. I cast my vote for Squadron, he won, and now I write my first piece of political punditry of the season (watch out Matthews): The winner of this election and all future elections will be the one who can turn out the most attractive campaign volunteers.
I urge you all to prove or disprove me on this by sending photos along with primary results. Perhaps we’ll make a graph.
[Editors Note: There was a local primary yesterday? Yikes.]
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oh man a WHOLE squadron of Daniels! How biblical. Seriously that is the most intense name ever.
He was shaking hands outside my subway stop yesterday, thanking his supports, all of whom seem to ride the F train. As a first brush with local politics it was exciting. We shook he hands and he said, ‘I’ll be aroun,’ which made me think I’ll end up drinking Sidecars with him and discussing green collar jobs in Red Hook.