I haven’t blogged about the endless personal attacks that my opponents’ supporters have been launching, anonymously, at the grassroots, largely because it’s silly. I mean, really. Do people think my supporters don’t know about my background? Do they really think voters are that stupid? Do they really think that leaving my own criminal record in MY mailbox because their sophisticated targeting has revealed that MY sign is in MY OWN front yard – do they think that is going to have any impact whatsoever?
Well, voters aren’t that stupid. That’s lesson number one. Lesson Number Two is that my opponents’ supporters waste a whole lot of time targeting me and my supporters rather than getting their own. Yay for me.
Lesson Number Three is that these anonymous losers are getting pretty desperate. Apparently, someone planted one of the signs they stole from my supporters’ yards on I-90 right at the spot of a memorial to the young woman whose dead body lied there after it was mistaken for a deer by the police. First of all, that’s pretty sick. Second, you morons really think this is gonna fool anyone? And this morning, just now, someone left a pink plastic bag filled with Dale Smith and James Levin literature on the doorknob of my apartment entrance.
Um….what? Is this some strange code? Am I supposed to now fear the epic deluge of my opponents’ literature at my door? Does this alchemy of opponents’ literature mingling together in a pink plastic bag somehow conjure a magic spell that leads to my defeat?
FAIL.
It’s becoming pretty clear that I’m ahead in this race, and the predictable attacks from anonymous sources, ALWAYS anonymous, have become so bizarre and desperate it is now just entertainment. It ain’t working, folks. And we’ll know who wins soon enough.
In the meantime, next time ya’ll visit my house, knock on the door, I’ll make you coffee! At least you’ll get something out of the effort!
[...] Some people really need help. [...]
One of your opponents, who shall remain nameless but you haven’t mentioned his name here, is completely crazy. He tied me up on the phone for over half an hour, making no sense whatsoever.
Anastasia, just one?
Tim, that whole thing about needing to always stay on message? It was at about the stage you are describing here that I kept coming back to that and really understanding why it is pummeled into candidates’ brains.
@anastasia the person in question is running for public office in cleveland, right?