I see you, progressively-minded DFW writers. I see you sick at heart
about the state of the nation. I see you calling, writing, and
patriotically jimmy-rustling our senators and representatives. I see you
amping up for November.
And I am here to cheer you on, with a
caveat - because it's not about November 6th for us here in Texas. It's
about *March* 6th. There are a shedload of brand-new brilliant
grassroots candidates who have poured THOUSANDS of hours and dollars
into get
ting their names on the primary
ballot for your selection pleasure - and if we don't roll out and
support them, we're going to get whichever pre-approved comfortable
establishmentarians the Party has chosen for us.
If we vote like we've always voted, we're going to get what we've always gotten.
Only 14% of registered voters from *either* major party voted in the
Dallas County primaries last year, and the rest of North Texas wasn't
much better. That means 86% of our eligible population doesn't know they
have a choice, doesn't care, or doesn't have access to the ballot box.
If you've read this far, you already know how important this fight is.
And as writers, we have a democratic duty to use our story-telling
skills to inspire our fellow citizens to act.
And if my little
story-telling exercise just here has got you fired up at all, I would
like to invite you to lend your penmanship to a righteous cause - as
Allison Campolo For Texas Senate District 10
and I undertake to print, sign, date, hand-address, fold, seal, and
stamp 12,000 real, actual letters, telling her story, to her first
12,000 voters. Because mailers are cheap and easy, and go straight in
the trash. Because this campaign is not about taking the easy,
traditional, conventional way out. Because being the scrappy grassroots
outsider means that your only infinite resources are love and
give-a-damn - and y'all, if you have any damns to contribute to the
cause, we would LOVE your company.
You know how it feels to see
something like this in your mailbox. You KNOW how it feels to realize
that someone cared enough to go the trouble of sending you an
honest-to-god real letter. If you can help us bring that attention and
care to people who have never felt seen, considered, or truly
represented before, I believe we can change the whole game. Our first
'write-in happy hour' is this Thursday night.
RSVP here, and we promise
not to make you lick stamps!