Monday, October 10, 2005
Dread (but funny) politics
As you probably don't know unless you are from Colorado, we have some amendments coming up for a vote next month as to whether or not we can spend some tax money (which has already been collected) on fripperies like schools, roads and similar infrastructural items. A gang of political types plus regular folks have been hiking across the state to talk to citizens and garner publicity. The following is from Ken Gordon, one of our Dem leaders in the Colorado legislature:
The Walk is going well. Today we walked east on Highway 50 towards Pueblo.
Yesterday in Penrose we stopped for a minute to rest and drink water at a picnic table in a vacant lot across the street from a few low cinder block buildings. It looked like some kind of manufacturing business. I don’t know what they manufactured, but they had a missile aimed at the sky on their front lawn. Two men walked over towards us. They were white, middle-aged males-a tough demographic.
“Can we help you with something?” they asked.
Those were the words, but the subtext was, “What are you doing on our private property. Can’t you see that this picnic table is crucial to the national defense?”
I ignored the subtext. “Well yes. You can help me. Are you voters?”
I reached into my back pocket to get some campaign lit. By now they could see our signs. They started to back away. They realized that not only had they not busted a terrorist who was about to place a bomb at their remote designated smoking picnic table, they had come across someone who wanted to talk to them about a political issue. They couldn’t have left any faster if I had said, “Do you have a personal relationship with Christ?”
I wouldn’t let them leave though. “Here take it.” I was holding out campaign lit. “C and D are important to education, health care…”
“We are working, and this is private property,” they said, as if that was a reason they couldn’t touch the lit. I followed them.
“Read it later, after work,” I said. They decided it was easier to take the lit. They walked back across the street.
“See if I ever buy a missile from those guys,” I told the other walkers.
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I'm Susan Crites, and I have personally seen that missile on the road to Penrose and Canon City.
The Walk is going well. Today we walked east on Highway 50 towards Pueblo.
Yesterday in Penrose we stopped for a minute to rest and drink water at a picnic table in a vacant lot across the street from a few low cinder block buildings. It looked like some kind of manufacturing business. I don’t know what they manufactured, but they had a missile aimed at the sky on their front lawn. Two men walked over towards us. They were white, middle-aged males-a tough demographic.
“Can we help you with something?” they asked.
Those were the words, but the subtext was, “What are you doing on our private property. Can’t you see that this picnic table is crucial to the national defense?”
I ignored the subtext. “Well yes. You can help me. Are you voters?”
I reached into my back pocket to get some campaign lit. By now they could see our signs. They started to back away. They realized that not only had they not busted a terrorist who was about to place a bomb at their remote designated smoking picnic table, they had come across someone who wanted to talk to them about a political issue. They couldn’t have left any faster if I had said, “Do you have a personal relationship with Christ?”
I wouldn’t let them leave though. “Here take it.” I was holding out campaign lit. “C and D are important to education, health care…”
“We are working, and this is private property,” they said, as if that was a reason they couldn’t touch the lit. I followed them.
“Read it later, after work,” I said. They decided it was easier to take the lit. They walked back across the street.
“See if I ever buy a missile from those guys,” I told the other walkers.
***
I'm Susan Crites, and I have personally seen that missile on the road to Penrose and Canon City.
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