Guest Post - Baldy in a Battleground - Episode 2

NOTE: Names (even in rhyme) have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent.

Project Rhymes-With-Cake-in-Spain

So, my first official act as an Obama campaigner in this battleground state was to participate in Project Rhymes-With-Cake-in-Spain.

I arrived, as instructed, late at night at the campaign office downtown. Incidentally, the Obama campaign office is directly across the street from the Republican state headquarters. The Obama office is a rusted out old storefront with a broken front door, while the Republican office is a miniature white house, complete with lush green lawn and shutters. Seriously.

One of the regional directors, Rhymes-With-Blenny, gave us our instructions for the evening. This particular regional director is about four-and-a-half feet tall and weighs as much as that weird lump on the side of McCain's face. And she says everything interrogatively? And hal-ting-ly.

"So what we're gonna do??? Is go out there and post O-bam-a stuff??? All over this town??? And this is really a-ma-zing??? It's a gift from Chi-ca-go???"

She said this last thing like it was a gift from God, although as it was said questioningly, like it was from God, but she wasn't sure.

And her voice. Oh, her voice. It's impossibly nasally. Like not human. She's congested with awe and optimism and youth.

I sat and listened and wondered if the fate of our fine nation is truly lying in the hands of Rhymes-With-Blenny, and others like her. After participating in Project Rhymes-With-Cake In Spain, and finding out that Rhymes-With-Blenny is the lady-friend of a certain higher up in the campaign (no, not Rhymes-With-Floflama; what, do you think we're the Rhymes-With-Sledgewards campaign?) and meeting many of the fine young soldiers here on the ground, I have one major question...

Do we have a chance in Rhymes-With-Fell?