Return to Sender
This is the opening to a letter I received in the mail today:
Dear Friend,
Please accept your Limited Edition 2004 Republican National Committee Gold Card with my congratulations.
Fewer than one percent of Republicans nationwide ever achieve Gold Card status - and your recognition is based on your outstanding support for our candidates in 2000 and 2002.
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Sincerely,
Ed Gillespie
Tell me, what percentage of Democrats and Non-affiliated/Independent voters received a complimentary Republican National Committee Gold Card? Because I'm in that even more narrow demographic. Truth be told, I've never supported any of your candidates, unless by "support" you mean "write letters and emails protesting their stance on environmental issues, women's right to choose, national defense, and pretty much everything else." Oh, and I'm actually doing work on the Victory '04 for Kerry site. So, I think you've got the wrong person, even though my name IS on the envelope.
By the way, Ed, is handing out gold cards really the best way to try to get around that image that Republicans are all filthy rich?
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10:52 PM
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Recent OC Experiences
Some funny interesting things that have happened to me on the boardwalk in Ocean City, MD, recently:
"Man, get original! We know. He died. It says the same thing every year! Put something new up." -- One guys reaction to the Jesus sculptures on 2nd st.
Ive been coming to the boardwalk my whole life, but it wasnt until tonight that I saw hasidic jews on the boardwalk for the first time. Presumably it took 24 years because they looked just as out of place as you could imagine.
I walk onto the boardwalk and immediately I see a guy standing on a bench. He is advertising 'the worlds greatest detergent.' He selects a 'volunteer' from the crowd who is wearing a plain white t-shirt. Ketchup is splashed on his shirt and the shirt is plunged into a bucket containg the cleaning solution. The shirt comes out completely filthy, but the speaker says, "OK, so its not so amazing but now my friend will show you some thing that is more amazing." His friend takes over and is showing a big (3 ft. by 2 ft. or so) painting. The painting has four different boxes, into which he paints the words 'you', 'peace', 'love', and 'god'. I walk away.
Another new fad this summer in the junk stores on the boardwalk are these three foot rasta guys smoking a blunt (sort of like the cigar store indians).
Note: As i finished writing the previous into my Palm, some girls who were maybe all of 15 sat down on the same bench as me. One of them looked over at me and said, "Hi." So i said, "Hey", and then got up and left. (I had finished writing my notes, and all.) Later I passed them, still sitting on the same bench, and as I walked by I heard the same girl yell, "WHY'D YOU LEAVE US?" I wanted to yell back, BECAUSE I COULD BE ARRESTED but i just kept walking.
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06:28 PM
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