The Obama campaign is at full throttle here in western Nevada. The powers-that-be say that if Obama captures Clark County (Las Vegas) and Washoe County (Reno), he has Nevada’s electoral votes in the bag. Down here in Douglas County, it’s not as important, but there are several thousand potential votes up for grabs. The presence of a strong religious and NRA culture means a constant uphill battle for anyone proclaiming any sort of liberal leanings. We liberals have to have a secret handshake and code words. Thanks to all the focused campaign efforts, we are starting to realize with some sense of relief that we’re not alone.
Here in Nevada, we’ve built an entire civilization around the celebration of cardinal sins. We are a proud state constructed on the premise of gold, silver, booze, hookers and gambling. To hear the conservative base go at it on the national stage, you’d think that all Nevada would be wall-to-wall, sinnin’, Godless liberals. I suspect that most of the conservatives and Republicans here are actually covert, conservative Independents and Libertarians. If there’s one thing that Nevadans prize above all, it’s that we deeply value our independence and our freedom from interference. Sure, we all just love us some family values…just leave our gambling and Bunny Ranch Girls alone.
Since there are only a relative handful of Democrats, libruls, and progressive independents here, California kindly donated a few hundred people to do the legwork on the canvassing drives. This poses a logistical problem in that we have a temporary, but large, increase in population with only so many hotel rooms in the area.
So, Miss Fish and I offered to provide lodging to the incoming volunteers. We’ve got a very nice campaign worker from the San Francisco area who is staying in our guest room for a month. Last week, we had a couple living in a camper in our driveway.
This isn’t as disruptive as it sounds as we like having the company. However, since the campaign runs from sunup to well after midnight, we still have the house mostly to ourselves. Unfortunatey, there really isn’t any opportunity for us to demonstrate our mad B & B hosting skillz.
We’re also spending time at the campaign headquarters in our town, calling our neighbors on the phone, knocking on doors, and entering mountains of data. Last week, Miss Fish baked a cobbler using home-grown pears and brought it in to the young, full-time staff. It was perfection in a pie tin. The crust was perfectly caramelized, and the pale golden filling was an exquisite blend of sweet and tart. Miss Fish has attained “goddess” status and has rightfully taken her place in the pantheon amongst those kind people who feed college students for free.
It actually feels pretty good to be doing something more than simply voting.
Tags: Politics, volunteerism