Your Blogmeister’s Desk
It’s time for me to come out of the “closet,” and admit something which I’ve been hinting around for months, uselessly so because I’m sure most of you were able to put the drop dead obvious two and two together.
I was a Todd Akin staffer, and almost certainly would have gone onto his permanent Senate staff, either here locally or in D.C., if he would have won.
That said, I know stuff, and over time, I’m going to start blabbing about stuff, knowing full well that there are people who would rather that I not. One such person has the initials K.R. Inconveniently for them, it is extremely unlikely they’ll be able to figure out who I am. Keep your dial locked to this blog’s frequency.
As you know from reading my posts in this space over the years, and my comments on AR, I am ultra picky, almost to the level of James Edwards style parsimony, when it comes to politicians. I don’t spare even the ones I like from my wrath when they say or do something stupid (see: Bachmann, M.). Most of you who read this space regularly would think that Todd would be just another lamestream/religious right Republican that I would support half the time and make fun of the other half. But if someone as picky as me was for him for the beginning, going way back to the brutal free-for-all Republican Congressional primary in 2000 for CD-2, that was because I saw something in him that I didn’t and don’t see in most of his analogues and contemporaries — that should tell you something. I so believed and believed in the person of William Todd Akin, and still do, that I will spend the rest of my competent lifetime if necessary engaging in an unsolicited unofficial public relations campaign to save the good reputation of a really good man. People can vote for or not vote for anyone they want, and they can have or not have whatever opinions they want. But nobody in any good moral sense deserves the river of shit that was sent Todd’s way, especially when the truth is handier. The left wing was bad enough, but far worse was the treachery and perfidy and backstabbing from so-called “friends,” such as the aforementioned K.R., Sean Hannity (who is now for “but it’s not amnesty” amnesty for illegal aliens), and that emaciated barbie doll in Florida (initials A.C.). Among many others. But it’s like I was always told, you will find out who your friends really are and are not in a crisis. Over time, I’m going to name names, so you can find out who your friends should and shouldn’t be.
If I was taken back in time to the start of this campaign and told how exactly things would turn out, and that I would gain weight and gray hair for it, I would do it all over again, and not give it a second thought.
For the record, I’m not doing this to grease the skids for any comeback on Todd’s part. He looked like a walking zombie on Tuesday and Wednesday, but he was able to pull himself together to give a gracious concession speech Tuesday night. I know why he looked that way, too, because the pressure of the weeks and months long vicious campaign of eliminationist meat grinding hate against him finally took its toll. I came into this process more jaded, so it didn’t shell shock me, even though a lot of things about the last several months surprised me. But when I saw the zoned out look on Todd’s face for those two days, I made up my mind then that I was going to single-handedly save his reputation. It hit me: The 24 years of Todd’s political career until now were spent either in the state General Assembly from districts in western St. Louis County or in Congress from CD-2, which means that until this race for Senate this year, he lived a cocooned sheltered political life within safe gerrymanders. But going from that to a statewide race is like going from college football to the NFL. No, Todd will never come back to politics or much of a life in the public spotlight, and I don’t blame him. He’s probably off to Hawaii after Congress adjourns its session next month. Hell, if I or most of his staffers ever see or hear from him again, we’ll be surprised. I’m engaging in this PR campaign for posterity and eternity, and for the sake of common decency.
I just wonder if he thinks it was worth it — Remember, he declared for Senate on May 17, 2011, and spent a good chunk of the time between then and this past Tuesday on the road. That’s taxing enough by itself, but combine that with the shit stream after the Fateful Sunday, and being the obvious public face of the campaign all the while (duh, he was the candidate), unlike yours truly, who was just an onboard hack for a fraction of that time, and it’s a wonder he didn’t gain weight like I did.
Another reason this was worth doing is that I got close enough to the figurative slaughterhouse of politics that I have suddenly gained a keen set of instincts on who to trust and who not to trust, and not just in the realm of politics. This is actually my fourth campaign as a staffer. The three previous were a Congressional campaign (won primary, lost general), another Congressional campaign (lost primary narrowly), and a third party run for U.S. Senate (no expectation to win, only real goal was to beat 2% for the third party in question to stay on the state ballot). This is the campaign that got me oh so temptingly close to real big time elected power. It is said that people like the sausage but hate the slaughterhouse. Most people’s involvement with politics is purely on the sausage consuming level — voting, and no more than superficial interaction with a political campaign. I, OTOH, almost literally watched pigs being slaughtered over these last few months.
Funny, about three months ago at this time, I was making financial plans revolving around my income as a Senate staffer. Now, I’m in a real mess, because the temp agency I used in between getting axed from my year long stint managing the gas station/quickie mart chain in 2010 and early 2011 and me coming on with Todd, which did provide me with fairly steady mainly accounting work when I was with them, has suddenly become a dry well. I can and will have to collect unemployment for up to 20 weeks, but that’s it. I better hustle up some kind of job in that time.
Comment if you must, but don’t expect me to delve into everything right away. Yes, I’m spilling beans, but one bean at a time. I know some of you will try to ask me The Big Question right now, but I won’t answer it right now.