Important Little Actions 2: Get Off Your Ass
This is a 110% (United States-related) political post. There is nothing about fantasy novels in it. If my personal politics make you uncomfortable, I’m not sorry on any count. I’ve never disguised them at any point and the condition of the world right now demands that I be even less circumspect than before. If you disagree with my politics and can still enjoy my work, that’s cool-- I have hundreds of books on my shelves written by people whose politics I find useless or contemptible, and I even proclaim some of them to be great books, because I’m an adult and can think about more than one thing at a time. If you want to gnash your teeth and tear my stuff up because I don’t agree with you, that’s also fine. It’s your life and you have to suit your practices to your own comfort. But just don’t send me a goddamn self-valorizing nastygram about it, because I won’t give a stale shit. I write about imaginary worlds, but I have to live and work in the real one, same as you do, and I have to worry about keeping my friends and family and industry and civilization safe in it.
This weekend, due to local electoral peculiarities, the last two finalists in the unfinished senate race in Louisiana are having a runoff election on Saturday, December 10th. State Treasurer Jon Neely Kennedy (Republican Party) is facing Public Service Commissioner Foster Campbell (Democratic Party).
Now that my country has officially flipped its fucking shpadoinkle and elected a thin-skinned sneering ignoramus and serial fraud as its next president, there has never been a more urgent time for the ostensible party of opposition to this madness, the Democrats, to reverse their recent historical habit of rolling over for Republicans in state and local contests. Not to stray from my main point too long, but the TLDR briefing is that the Dems in the last couple decades have gotten out of the habit of fiercely contesting elected offices holistically, while the Republicans have fought tooth and nail for everything, EVERYTHING, down to school boards and dog catchers. This approach has absolutely paid off for them-- the local game is where the legalized marginalization of traditionally Democratic voting populations goes into effect.
Foster Campbell faces a tough battle. Louisiana has been reliably Republican in its senate races since the turn of the century. The RNC has been sending money, setting up field offices, and bringing in VIPs to help close the deal. African-American voter turnout in Louisiana (home of that charming KKK notable, David Duke!) hovers around 20%. Kennedy has a solid lead in all the polling, but goddammit, we have got to fight back on this one. We have got to try. The Campbell campaign has received a last-minute fundraising surge, giving it a fighting chance from a purely financial perspective. Now comes the hard and essential work of prying voters out of ignorance, shellshock, and complacency, and getting them to the damn polls on Saturday.
If Campbell loses, Republican control of the U.S. Senate will sit at 52 seats to 48. If he wins, that margin is cut to 51-49. EVERY FUCKING SEAT COUNTS. Every narrow margin that can be secured to attempt to hold any line against Donald Trump’s purely imaginary mandate is crucial. From a pragmatic perspective, it would not matter at this point if Count Chocula was running for this seat as a Democrat-- Count Chocula would need our support, for the sake of all of us.
Furthermore, win or lose, U.S. voters who are opposed to Donald Trump must get in the habit of taking small, concrete actions to fucking DO something about him, his plans, and what he represents. I include myself in this group-- having mocked Trump without cease for months to an audience of 30,000 on Twitter, I can testify that snark is not a weaponized action. It is not sufficient.
The age of assuming that someone else will do the actual work is PAST.
I must do the work. You must do the work. We must do it on the cold, hard assumption that we are the only ones capable of doing it. Complacency is the enemy of everything we care about.
Here’s the Foster Campbell website.
http://www.fostercampbell2016.com/
2. If you’re a U.S. citizen, apply to phone bank for the campaign. This is what I’m doing, tonight and tomorrow night. Give them your information; you’ll be connected to an app that will give you numbers in Louisiana to call during evening hours. You can call from your own home or cel phone, on your own time. You don’t have to give it all night; give it what you can. If you can’t give an hour, give thirty minutes. If you can’t give thirty minutes, give five calls. If you can’t give five calls, give one. Give one fucking call. Punch your anxiety and your dread and your cynicism in the face and make one tiny effort to fight the goddamn tide of rolling darkness.
3. Pass this on. Pass it on far and wide.
4. Do you know anyone who lives in Louisiana? THEY NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS. They need to be out there voting in this fucking election. If you don’t know whether or not they know about it, YOU NEED TO MAKE YOURSELF RESPONSIBLE FOR TELLING THEM.
5. Do you live in Louisiana? Hallelujah, sunshine. You know what you need to do.
Before this year’s election, I had never once called an elected official or written a letter to one. In the past few weeks I’ve done both, and I expect to be doing so regularly, for the foreseeable future. The last reason is is critically important to take an action now is that action creates momentum. It creates the expectation of more action. It makes it easier for you to make the next phone call, or send the next letter, or seek the next volunteer opportunity. It puts you in touch with other people, and lets them know you’re active, too. It sustains networks. It turns passing failures into future victories.
Nothing more for me to say or you to read. Go. Communicate. Donate. Act. Pass it on. Win or lose, stick around for the next fight. There’s going to be one.