Today, Tuesday, I made calls for HCRP. 30+ volunteers showed up. :) :) :) I think all together we made 1500 phone calls.
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I thought we were going to make phone calls to recruit precinct chairmen. But, it turns out that Homer Simpson (beloved by all) believed it was a better idea to finish making the calls to independent, non primary, voters which is a grueling task. I understand the logic.
Many of these voters were Hispanic. It makes sense that the next full time staff that we hire needs to be 100% fluent in Spanish. What's Ironic is that Rolo and Rose are both of Hispanic descent and neither speak Spanish. But who does? Sweet southern Georgia Peach from Alabama. The Madworld.
Diamond Jim showed up toward the end of the night, and he seemed pleased which made me happy on the inside, in that tiny place in my heart where I can still feel happiness. We took some photos. Had some laughs. HCRP is renting a Margarita machine. I got to take home a super sized container of Margarita. (I did not drink while at HCRP, someone has to be the adult). I aslo requested that next Tuesday the party provides pina colada instead of magarita. The Demoncrat Party may pay their people but at HCRP you get to drink for free.
Rose made a comment about the Riddler not being at the phone bank on Tuesday in front of Diamond Jim. Diamond Jim laid down the law, so to speak, "We are only interested in what SD17 does, we aren't interested in SD7". I nodded my head in approval, "Yes that is right, we are only interested in SD17". Rose are you reading my blog? I bet you are, you bad girl. This blog is supposed to be private. The best way to hide something is to put it in plain sight.
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