I’m disappointed…but not surprised
My meeting with local Democrats
For most of my adult life I was a casual observer of politics, showing up to vote every four years, but not getting much more involved than that.
That all changed in 2016, when a despicable character came on the scene and started making wild promises to the people of the United States about what he would do if elected as our next president. I signed up to help his opponent, but quickly realized her campaign was not very interested in interacting with its supporters: they simply wanted my money.
And they asked for it, over, and over, and over again. Until I had to block the campaign’s emails.
As a blue-collar guy in a blue-collar town, I don’t have the ability to bankroll a candidate’s campaign. My donations are usually between $10 and $25, but during the 2020 election year I ended up giving about 20% of my income to various campaigns around the country: I recognized the horrible path our nation was on under the leadership of the Republican Party, and offered what I could to the Democratic collection plate. I knew my little pittance wouldn’t help much, so I tried reaching out to numerous campaigns with the one gift I could truly offer without going broke: my ability to write.
