7 June 2016

GOP wavers brave brutal heat, but Bernie’s wavers are MIA

I voted early this year, at approximately 1500 instead of during the dinner hour. It was 90°F under a bright and brutal sun, but the tea tinted campaigns of Keith Regier, Pam Holmquist, and Derek Skees, persuaded their partisans — one of them this nice lady from Colorado who moved here just six months ago — to man the honk-n-wave corners at the entrance to the Flathead County Fairgrounds.

Bernie Sanders’ partisans, perhaps demoralized by the bum’s rush the Democratic establishment is giving their candidate, were missing in action. Shame on them.

After voting, I had to run a gauntlet of activists collecting signatures for two marijuana initiatives — one for legalizing it, the other for outlawing it — and I-182. I did not lend my signature to any of these efforts. Nor could I avoid noticing that the pro-Mary Jane signature gatherers were scruffier than the winners of a dress down contest on Skid Road.