You’re going to tell me I did the wrong thing. You’re probably right. But let me explain. I volunteered about a hundred hours on the petition to recall our Governor, driving to different towns to man the petition booths along with hundreds of other folks across Oregon all summer.
When the petition “failed by 1%” of the required signatures, I was bitter. The nominal petitioner had been our state’s GOP Chair. How could he have allowed failure, when we’d been so close? Why hadn’t local politicians shown up at our patriot rallies? Some candidates like Jo Rae Perkins had come and given rousing, heart-warming speeches. But of course the GOP has a cozy position in Oregon, fundraising as the sanctimonious “opposition” while anti-populist crooks are in cahoots with the satanic child-trafficking fetal-organ-harvesting nature worshipers in the Democrat elite. Or so I imagine.
And there’s excuses for why the petition failed, like the Governor’s scamdemic lockdown of summer events where we could have gathered signatures. But their recall petition failed in 2019, too. What if, instead of cowering in remote parking lots, we'd stationed our petition booths in well-populated areas? That would have been safe... if the GOP had coordinated with patriot groups to provide security.
Yeah, taking risks to save our country. Some of us have the balls.
I kept volunteering at the county GOP headquarters till the week before the general election. There I was last Thursday afternoon when a rough-looking young man came in who wanted to buy a $20 Trump flag and a hat for his uncle. For some mysterious reason, GOP didn’t accept credit, and he didn’t have cash. He was in a rush. But there was something more, a bursting enthusiasm that needed a channel. How wonderful that Trump has fostered in guys like that a love of country and a higher purpose! So I suggested that he take a Trump yard sign. “They’re $10 but we were giving some away for free last week. Maybe you can donate next time you come in. But hurry: we close after the election!”
As he left, I shrugged to the other volunteer. “It’s almost November Third. What good are those signs after that?” But I really wanted to exclaim, “How much pride that sign is giving to that young ruffian!” As he rooted it in his front yard, surely his spirit went deeper into our shared soil.
How sad that our “local hero” Alek Skarlatos didn’t win his Congressional race. You know how he helped stop a terrorist attack in France, right? I liked how his ‘15:17 to Paris’ movie defined manhood in an age of soy boys. But I digress.
A burly, fortyish man came in who wanted to change his registration to GOP, to send a message to Dem crooks. As I helped him do the switch on the computer, I said, “I was a lifelong Democrat too. I thought Republicans were ‘killing the planet.’ I didn’t realize that climate change is as dubious as this phony pandemic.”
He countered that he worked in the wood industry and “They do terrible things to the environment.”
“Yes of course polluting is bad," I said. "But the climate narrative is just mass mind control.” I wanted to impress on him that GOP can stand for conservation as well as conservatism. But instead, as he headed for the door, I asked if he didn’t want to buy some Trump swag. Alas, all he had was a credit card. So I said, “Take a Trump yard sign. Welcome to the Republican Party. Thanks for loving nature!”
The next day one of the administrators came up to me and pointedly said they’d sold hundreds of those signs, and “The proceeds keep the lights on.” I asked how much they cost wholesale. Around $5, he said. I later texted him that after the election maybe GOP can sell the signs at cost to the local disabled veterans home. You may say I owe GOP $10. But instead I’m changing my registration to independent, to send a message: I keep the lights on. I’m a Trumplican. And you’re fired.
The author VC Bestor is Director of the
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