Holy cow. All that money spent so far and I've only got 27 percent of the vote? There goes my summer.
I don't get how I can be all over the media like white on rice and still not pull away from guys like Po/Po. Those guys' campaigns consist of a credit card and a prayer. Meanwhile, I've got more advertising floating around than a mortgage broker on speed.
I know I'm more popular than 27 percent. Doggone it, people like me. Maybe it's time to change my campaign staff. It's got to be their fault. Get rid of the consultants and bring in a fresh face.
That little gap-toothed punk down the end of the bench on my left isn't helping things any. Have your fun now, junior. I've got an elephant's memory.
Oh, well. It could be worse. At least I didn't have Neil's name on my endorser list. That guy always talks in code, so I had to have both his wife and his ex-wife listed up there. Maybe I should go for the trifecta and call his victim down in Nevada. Mannaggia, running for public office in this town is so complicated.
Posted by Jim at May 10, 2004 02:05 AM