There are so many of us who write on these blogs pretending to know what's best, who's best and what everyone ought to do. We pontificate, we blow steam, we harang, we criticize and we generally make like know-it-all blowhards.
Yesterday, my son drove out of Pennsylvania on four hours of sleep and headed west on I-70 for Indianapolis. When he gets there, he will immediately hit the ground "cutting turf" (I'm not sure what that means, but he does a lot of it) and working canvases all across the state for his candidate.
He won't spend a minute of time cruising blogs or making inane posts anywhere except through e-mail concerning matters that are important to the campaign. He doesn't blow smoke, pontificate or otherwise waste his energy on bullshit that will make no difference whatsoever in how people will vote or perceive his candidate.
He is one of thousands of real life heros who makes this process work so that us blowhard bullshitters can post our silly rhetoric. He puts his feet on the ground and his brain into action and makes things happen.
Today I honor my son and all the other campaign workers in this country who go unnoticed, but are the real power behind the pretty faces, and the smiling talking heads.
Bravo to all of you. . . and please, drive carefully.
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Amen to that. From a girl who hates the cold weather but braved VA streets in January to GOTV (get out the vote)! Props to our secret weapon dynamo Olive (age 4) who rode along with us in her little red wagon to GOTV in the 'Burg. Thanks to all the VA foot soldiers who sacrificed Saturday after Saturday, Sunday after Sunday, who put in money to buy campaign materials when the HQ office ran out, who made flyers and knocked on doors even in neighborhoods that are less-than friendly. That work helped turn VA purple this winter, and blue this fall!
Right on Ms. hgrits!
You make the heros list!
You should be proud of your son. The street soldiers are the ones that make it happen for a candidate.
I am proud of every young person that pounds the streets. I started when I was 18, but 2004 was my last year as a foot solider, my body just cannot take it anymore. I still participate in the process; I just do not pound the streets anymore. It is hard work, but it is also rewarding work especially when your candidate wins.
My deepest admiration to your son! You should certainly be very proud.
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