I worked the Democrat’s booth at the county fair yesterday, and from that I’ve determined nothing.
I didn’t meet the hordes of enraged voters major media told me to expect, but I did encounter lots of worried Democrats who swore up and down they’re all voting, and two principled conservatives.
One appeared suddenly while I was talking to someone else, leaned in way too close, pointed at the giant, Dear Leaderish portrait of Obama, and hissed something unintelligible. I didn’t hear what she said, so didn’t respond, but the person-of-few-words who worked the booth with me said, simply, “scram” and she hustled away.
“Scram” is a great cartoon-y word and I’m going to start using it.
The other rifled through the campaign lit and told me she’s not a Democrat or a Republican, she is a conservative, and has always voted for small government and low, low taxes.
She’s coming out in November to defeat Marcy Kaptur, which will be difficult for her to do, since she lives in Ohio 5 (like me) and is represented by Bob Latta , not Marcy Kaptur, but I assume she has cable and is watching campaign ads from outside the district.
Latta replaced her long-time former representative, Paul Gilmor, who keeled over in a rather dramatic fashion, so it’s surprising she missed all that, engaged citizen that she is.
I told her “good luck!” and I meant it.