Folks
As many of you know, I am a volunteer driver at the Democratic National Convention. Volunteer. Today is turning into a grind—another 14 hours today. About half was waiting around drinking coffee. If you remember, the first day was, “Controlled Happy Chaos.” The second day was “Just Happy Chaos.” The third day is “Fuck This Shit!” I know, I know I am loosing track of the big picture. We are working to get rid of fucking W and all he stands for. Ok, now I feel better.
The highlight of the day was a certain popular Governor. I really like this fellow. We drivers just call him “the Guv.” When he is walking around he has about 12 people around him. BTW he has not shaved his beard. He never stops moving—as an example, when he is moving between his car and anywhere, people will constantly walk up to him and he will hug them and the other person will say, “Governor, Governor, wait here just a sec, there is someone I want you to meet—that person will run off–and “the Guv” will just keep moving as if he had not even seen the person that he just hugged. Very friendly fellow, he just does not stop moving, with his 12 people. There is no one in front of him, one on his left and one on his right and 10 bringing up the rear. They are all under 35 years of age; and, he is always talking to the person on his left and the person on his right is always on the cell (we drivers just call them “the cell.”). This group just sweeps along moving everyone aside, in a sweet way much like my grandmother, mema, would have done.
You can tell when he is going to sweep out of the hotel—three or four big ex Special Forces guys with little microphones in their ears and bulges under their coats will appear about 10 minutes before “the Guv” materializes. These guys, with mean looks on their faces, move all the cars and buses and vans and taxes and bikes and pedestrians out of the way and his car is brought in. All doors are opened. The two state police cars arrive out of nowhere and move into place. Five minutes later his driver runs out and gets in the car. And then “he” sweeps out, hugs someone, they say “Governor, governor, there is…” and he just moves on and gets in “the” car without a pause. Everyone else gets in, all doors are closed and without a second of hesitation, he is swept down the congested street.
If you want to know why these people do this, why they want to get elected–have no thinking it is for you or your good or the good of America, it for the power, power beyond anything I might dream of. The power these folks have is the power of GOD ON EARTH. That is our system, I think it works for the most part; and it is not all selfless by a long shot even for the good democrats that we love.
Take care everyone. Keep up the good fight.
Bob