As I reel from the cataclysmic horror that is the legislation Republicans passed last week, I’m going to pull one grain of gratitude from it.
The staffers who answered the phones in
the offices of representatives Eugene Vindman and Don Beyer were polite, professional
and incredibly stalwart through what much have been the crappiest week in their
young lives. (I’m estimating early 20s from their voices.) I would have been
close to tears were I in their position, but they did not break character. God
bless them and all their colleagues.
Virginia Democrats, on the other hand, who
ran the “firehouse” primary to choose a replacement for Gerry Connolly—they made
this a requirement for voting:
I flat out told the volunteer that this
statement was ridiculous and that if they nominated some crack-brained jerk I
most certainly would not be supporting him/her. They should have stopped after
the affirmation that the voter was a resident of the district and a Democrat,
but noooo—they gotta put in a load of shite that’s patently unenforceable and
most likely illegal. They can all just piss off.
(In the end, the crony Connolly had anointed
before dying in May won.)
But I’m grateful for the turnout, which
was out-the-door large all day in my polling place. I hope we can get it
together for the mid-terms; give those staffers a reason to get out of bed in
the morning.
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