The Joke's Over

Several of you I've spoken with over the past few weeks have laughed a little (or a lot) over my announcement to be a write-in candidate for Michigan governor; but it's not a joke. If nothing else, I want 100 people--a very miniscule percentage--of people to commit to my campaign... a campaign of change; a campaign that says we will not sit by and let our choices be narrowed by the ones with the most money; a campaign that shows those in power that they really are at our whim, not the other way around.

It is not meant to be naive, I understand precisely what I'm saying. I'm ready, have been for as long as I can remember, to stand up and say: Fuck you. My grandfather used to say intelligent people will find a way to get their meaning across without using profanity... I agree, but I also think there is a time and a place for it--which I profoundly believe is part of what gramps meant, and thusly, I use some profanity, because there is no way around it in these troubling, loathesome times.

In this time of my campaign, I've been consulting my "advisor" the late Hunter Thompson and recently re-read the following in Hey Rube, which was also posted up to his wife's Owl Farm Blog last week:

"Anybody who thinks that "it doesn't matter who's President" has never been Drafted and sent off to fight and die in a vicious, stupid War on the other side of the World--or been beaten and gassed by police for trespassing on public property--or been hounded by the IRS for purely political reasons--or locked up in the Cook County Jail with a broken nose and no phone access and twelve perverts wanting to stomp your ass in the shower. That is when it matters who is President or Governor or Police Chief. That is when you will wish you had voted.

And there it is. Check Anita Thompson for more Hunter Wisdom, there is much more with the elections coming up.

And while I recognize I will not be taking over Lansing next term, I am taking seriously what these elections mean. I hope you are, too.