On Wednesday, 7 Jan 2016, I tweeted about some #Hillary campaigners who blew it big time with us.
These were two young people (early 20s, I’d guess). They came to the door, asked for Susan, she wasn’t home, I said that, they said “Thank you”, turned around and walked away.
I said, “That’s it? I’m a guy so my opinion doesn’t matter? My vote doesn’t count?”
The literally shook their heads as if the concept of campaigning to a man was unknown to them, as if they had to shake loose existing ideas to make room for “Man is interested” in their crania.
After a moment’s hesitation and fugue, one said, “Oh, would you like to vote for Hillary Clinton?”
I waved them away, disgusted, shaking my head in disbelief at their lack of training and closed the door.
These people were not prepped and/or trained well, and if they’re what #Hillary is sending around on the eve of the NH Primary, me thinks her camp is in trouble nationally.
But Today (Saturday, 9 Jan 2016)…
A tall, thin, white-haired, mature looking fellow came to our door, #Hillary paraphernalia bedecking his jacket like a tribal chief’s regalia, and asked for Susan.
She was in the living room, sitting on the couch, watching Selma (and if there’s not irony in that, there’s not irony anywhere), and called out “Not interested.”
He took some flyers out of a notebook he was carrying. “Could I leave you these to give to her?”
No, thank you. Not interested.
“Well, then I’ll just leave them in your door,” and he proceeded to ram them into our doorjamb.
I said, “No, please don’t. We’re not interested.”
He looked down at me and said, “I came to see Susan.”
She got up off the couch, walked to the door and said, “We are not interested. I am not interested. You didn’t do what we asked, you belligerent mucus, why should we have any interest in doing what you ask?”
Okay, I edited her response a bit.
But she did close the door in his face. Which was probably lucky for him. This is the woman that horses and other assorted large livestock fear. She doesn’t tolerate much from anything or anybody.
But again, doesn’t anybody train these people on how to negotiate a yes? Or at least leave people with a willingness to talk with a follow-up campaigner walking up the drive?
What we really want to know is…
I also tweeted about a #Trump supporter who didn’t have enough sense to get his nose out of his phone and his body out of the road, running the risk of personal injury and traffic problems.
These folks were merely the latest. What we really want to know is, are the campaigners this year worse than in previous years? It seems so. It definitely seems nobody is training these people properly. Are the stakes that high this year and nobody told us? Or if this is how you go about telling us, is it possible you’re not campaigning for the names on your armbands?
Now that would make sense.
But Back to Susan…
She printed the following out. It’s up on our front door. And I can already hear the doorbell ringing again…