Day Four or Five

I'm fed up already on day four or five, whatever day it is. It seems infighting is the word of the day with a power struggle to control campaign finances and a lack of direction in message. Everybody wants to be a chief, nobody wants to be an indian. What this campaign needs are worker bees who will toe the line and jump off a bridge to accomplish the mission. Drones with a whisper in the ear conquering the ugly tasks of daily presidential campaign life. People who will not question the word of the most important person in an executive office conquest. The campaign finance manager.

Simply given the task of acquiring crayola markers, assistant campaign finance manager V., returns with crayola crayons and the smell of crappy lite beer on the breath. Did we command, "Go forth and return with crayola markers for the campaign signs?" Or did we say, "Take our campaign finance budget and return with crayola crayons, and by the way, blow the change on weak, watered down lite beer?" I think not. We are not weak in strength, like college sophmores. We are not so arrogant to believe our future constituents will not notice the difference between sharp, strong looking signs completed with marker, and those done with yukky wax crayons. Like a first grader.

No, we will project the image of an important 2008 United States Presidential election write-in candidate (please bring a pen with you, to the polls, ty.) We will maintain an organization capable of controlling a ten to twenty dollar campaign budget. We will stay on message. We will stay focused on the ills of our troubled neighborhood. And we will toe the line using drones who want the ugly assignments and drink full-bodied robust beers. We will be united in our quest for Pennsylvania Avenue. Thank you, and if you find $1.78 lying around this room, it's our's. Someone left the cashbox open again. Good Night!

Patrick 1967
2008 United States Presidential write-in candidate