Now doesn’t that sound sooooo official? I’m trying to think of ways I can exploit having a husband who’s a delegate*.
We went to our precinct caucus tonight. Let’s just say that Minnesotans ROCKED the caucuses, to put it mildly. The gymnasium at the school was so overflowing that hundreds (maybe thousands) of people couldn’t even get in. Standing room only. I could have made it but gallant Husband had dropped Anja** and me off at the door, and by the time he parked and was able to beat his way through the swarm, we couldn’t get in.
We went and hung out with our precinct folks instead. Twenty-eight people showed up in our group. Romney’s people spoke up first. Then McCain’s. I kept eyeing Husband like, “Aren’t you going to SAY something?” (He’s not shy.) Finally, he spoke. And the people listened. Most of them had heard nothing about RP but his quirks. Some of them hadn’t even heard of him at all (thank you, liberal media, for your outright exclusion). But Husband, he got nothing but respect even from those who were totally against Ron Paul. The voting happened. Romney won with 10, McCain came in 2nd with 9, and Ron Paul tied with Mike Huckabee for 3rd–4 votes each. But here’s the cool part. Husband must have made such a good impression that he still was elected as a delegate. Out of 7 nominees, they respected what he had to say enough that even though he told them straight up “I will vote for Ron Paul if elected as a delegate,” they still elected him. I was so proud.
So one of our 4 precinct votes will be cast for Ron Paul. There’s a reason that he came to Minnesota last night. Just you watch—-we’ve got people up here who are ready for some change!
*Since my mom reads this blog, I will post that being a delegate in no way indicates any form of monetary compensation. In fact, he has to pay to submit his little application thingy.
**She, my friends, was a CHAMP through this evening. She hardly fussed at all, cooed at the other nice Republicans (except one of the McCain supporters…he tried to get her to smile, but she would not give one up. I wouldn’t have either. He was creepy…), and even took a little nap.