At This Point, We've Just Lost Track
Campaign spirits are discouraged at this point:
The media just keeps hammering us.
Time to bust out the trump card...
That's right! We're gonna start calling him a Muslin! Ain't no Muslin gonna take God outta our schools, off our money, or outta our lives! What better place to spread God's wrath than in California!
While we're here:
Ah, that's nice. We can always count on Hollywood conservatives to give generously. Thank you Ben Stein.
Also, how can our business leaders promote job growth!
Via higher taxes, he is crippling job creators!
Oh crap! We almost forgot we had a 3:30 event booked in Texas...
This just in: Texans are half as generous as Californians.
And then we had to fly back to Cali... our work wasn't done:
More importantly:
It's a battleground state! Let's capitalize on our ever increasing popularity!
That was fun, but we have a speaking event scheduled back in Cleveland!
About Unemployment. This is serious! We need to put our economy in God's hands. Get government out of the way, and just pray the recession away!
Stinginess is not next to Godliness...
I decided to let Paul Ryan move over to Cali to battle Nanci Pelosi.
Beatrice keeps asking: "Marick, why does the map have so much more blue?"
I assure her that everything changes near the end of the election...
Instead I convince her to:
We just need more money. That BurrrockroBrama just keeps making money like crazy.
And now, off to Wisconsin:
We need to oppose oppressive labor and state unions that threaten to run up state budget deficits. The theme in Wisconsin is that Scott Walker is close to God, so he must be right.
However, what we found out is that the Wisconsinians (?) have donated all their spare money to the church that they barely had anything left over for us:
Running low on funds, we high tail it back to our bank: California.
Our work in Wisconsin didn't pay off:
Beatrice is alarmed at our results, but I assured her that everything is fine. We're just getting ready to launch a surprise attack that no one suspects...
Then she threw this on my desk:
I had to admit, the polls didn't look good. But I assured her that the polls were just that, polls. They didn't accurately reflect public opinion. We still had plenty of time... I think.
Oh no! We're almost out of time!