I’ve done a lot of campaign work in my life. Something I read whilst checking my emails today reminded me of this blog-worth event…
Back in the day, when I was a freshly-minted politics junkie, it was election season and I was working my ass off for Ralph Nader.
I wanted a Nader sign to display, but the Nader campaign was not exactly flush with cash, so I had to pay for the sign out of pocket (and what shallow and threadbare pockets they were in 2000…fuck me, some things never change!). Anyway, I buy it, sign arrives, I put it up, yadda yadda…
Turns out, I helped to paint the house I was living in. I moved the Nader sign while I was painting. In the course of painting, the sign got a drip of paint on it. I didn’t see this till after the fact.
Painting accomplished, I put the sign back up.
A few days later, it was gone! SOMEONE STOLE MY NADER SIGN!
Well, shit happens. I assumed the thief was some right-winger. I was confused about why they’d be threatened enough by Nader to steal his sign, since Nader posed, umm, el zilcho threat to political life in that area, but whatever.
A week or two later, I was walking around my neighborhood, and saw a Ralph Nader sign on the front lawn of a house! I did a double-take (Nader signs were, ahh, very unusual where I lived). Holy shit! A fellow Naderite!
Then I looked closer.
There was a paint splatter on the sign, and it was identical to the paint dripped on my sign! There, on the sidewalk, in that college neighborhood, I quailed in agony! The shame, the shame, the Awful Truth!
I was the victim of liberal on liberal crime!