It’s been a grueling election season for me.
I’ve worked countless hours, writing campaign materials, letters to the editor, and Tuesday, working the polls. All in an effort to elect a good man, but a political neophyte. Coming from nowhere, he worked seven days a week, 18 hour days. He had nearly 100 volunteers on the case.
His opponent is an entrenched incumbent. A white haired grandmother who everyone assumes is a sweet, principled lady. But this sweet lady voted to give lobbyists free rein without any oversight, eliminate any limits on campaign contributions, cut education funds, and throw 100,000 people off Medicare. The average Medicare recipient who got tossed is a working mom with two kids making $11,000 a year.
My candidate was leading when I finally went to bed at 3:00 am. But when I woke up, he had lost by 183 votes, just a 1.1 percent margin. The tally was .1 percent too high to cause an automatic recount.
Claire McCaskill won. The stem cell initiative won. A hike in minimum wage won. A Special School District tax hike won. The Dems now control both houses of Congress. I’m thrilled. Claire’s party was a raucous celebration with a thousand elated people from every walk of life. But my guy lost, so my elation is muted.
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The Bodhisattva Dance of a Thousand Hands.
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