Analysis of my Mayoral Campaign

I had plenty to celebrate at my defeat party the evening of Election Day. Boy, was I ever defeated! I got 134 votes, or 0.30% of the total. I came in 11th out of 11 candidates. However, I'm not mad. I think I did well considering I only took in $71.18 in campaign contributions and spent $70.09. That's about 52 cents a vote, fairly cheap considering that the average politician spends over a dollar a vote. And my camapign ended in the black! I may have a lot of debts, but at least running for mayor didn't add to them.

Of course, the media made fun of me for my religious beliefs, but on my budget there simply is no such thing as bad publicity. they could've called me an axe-murderer and it would have gotten me votes. There's just no way I could be mad about that.

Yes, I will run again, either in 2013 or in the special election that would be held if Rybak got elected governor of Minnesota. I'm even thinking of running for governor myself in 2010 but I'm not sure on that yet. Running for state office is definitely harder than running for city office. First, you need signatures. Second, to run for governor, you need a running mate. Third, the filing fees are higher. Fourth, the land area to be covered is much greater. I could go on and on.

Baiscally, I am focused on building the Edgertonite National Party over the next four years, and running a stronger campaign than I did this time around. With proper money and support, I'm pretty sure I could pull in ten times as many votes next time. Then I'll run for governor. Even if I'm not ready in 2010, 2014 may well be a different situation.

Laura bless the people who voted for me.

Yes, this blog is winding down

I've made a personal decision to wind down the Daily Windshield as of February 2010. This means that posts will be infrequent until then and will cease after that time. The Daily Windshield will remain available as a reference resource in perpetuity, unless Blogger goes out of business or otherwise abolishes it. I am not giving up blogging per se. In fact, I am planning to come out with some new blogs after I buy my own computer next year. I will provide in my last post information on how to reach my new blogs. Thanks to all my loyal readers.

Article about me in the Southwest Journal

There's an article about my campaign for mayor of the city of Minneapolis, Minnesota in the neighbourhood paper Southwest Journal.

Link: http://www.swjournal.com/index.php?&story=13987&page=152&category=69

My Candidacy is Now Official!

I filed my candidacy for mayor of Minneapolis yesterday at approximately 3 PM. The link to the city elections website is here: http://www.ci.minneapolis.mn.us/elections/candidate-filings.asp

In Honour of the late Ed McMahon

While I wasn't a Tonight Show affectionado, I still feel it appropriate to remember Ed McMahon somehow; to that end, I've found a video (sadly not an official one) for the song Here's Johnny by Weird Al Yankovic. Enjoy! The link to the video is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJYrmByc59g

Al Franken

To the tune of the late Michael Jackson's Billie Jean, and with all due respect to him:

Al Franken is not my lover;
He's just a boy
The Court has said is the one.
He's Minnesota's favourite son.

Congratulations, Al Franken, for finally being inducted into your rightful place in the U.S. Senate!

In Memory of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett

As the world knows, two days ago the world lost two people who were quite famous when I was young: Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. Even though I'm only 42, the deaths of these icons of my youth make me feel quite old. :-(

Like much of the press coverage, I actually have a lot more to say about Michael than about Farrah. You see, the peak of Farrah Fawcett's fame was when Charlie's Angels debuted andthat famous poster of her came out in 1976. Being 9 or 10 years old at the time, I wasn't quite able to appreciate her beauty. I really didn't start thinking of women in "that way" until about 1978 or 1979, and Susanne Somers was more my type, but I digress.

However, Michael Jackson had a major impact on my life. You see, I didn't listen to popular music as a kid. My father didn't listen to music at all and my mother was into country. I didn't have friends to influence me so I basically followed my mother's tastes. I wasn't that I wasn't allowed to listen to whatever I wanted, I just wasn't exposed so I never developed the taste for popular music. Then in 1983, at the age of 17, I was locked up. None of the other kids listened to country; everyone was into Madonna, Prince, and Michael Jackson. The Thriller album had just come out. MTV was fairly new, and absolutely new to me, in the institutions, as my parents never had cable (even to their deaths in 1997 and 2005 they only had broadcast TV in their home). As anyone who reads my autobiography will know, even though I have complaints of religious discrimination, being locked up was generally a positive experience, certainly better than being with my parents. So for me, Michael Jackson represents the time in my life where I first had a life. My first time having full sex with a girl was about five years later, but what was the background music but Beat It by Michael Jackson. How deliciously appropriate!

Unfortunately, in the 1990s, Michael's reputation became that of "Wacko Jacko" as he befriended a chimpanzee and allegedly slept in a hyperbaric chamber to stay young, started bleaching his skin, and liked little boys a little too much.

Now I'm not going to pass judgment on whether or not he did any of these things. However, even if he was "guilty" of the little boy thing, there was no force or violence used, not even allegedly, and I don't believe what they say he did should even be illegal. Of course the media and society don't feel the same way and since those allegations started, people have given him crap and said mean things about him... until two days ago. The King of Pop died. The media and much of society turned out in mournful respect of a man that just the day before they would have called a "fucking child molester" and at least figuratively spit on. That, to me, is just so weird, but so is this whole world.

Back to Farrah, it's kind of sad that she wasn't remembered with the same amount of fanfare as Michael; the coincidental same-day deaths created a sadder version of what I call the "Christmas effect", when a child is born on or near Christmas Day, his or her birthday tends to get lost in the shuffle of celebrating the birthday of someone else who's allegedly 2,009 years old (of course no one really knows).

Think on these things. Peace.