That Time I Met 4 Presidential Candidates in a Week
I’m a Californian. That means for all of my adult life my vote has never counted in a national election. I don’t ever remember any candidate, much less a GOP candidate, visiting anywhere in my state for a rally or town hall. Democrats come to fund raise, but that’s about it. The Primary election isn’t until June 2nd in California, and during the November election it’s a foregone conclusion that California will turn a bright shade of blue – like the ocean! Then we moved to the Carolinas. Hold the phone, I get to vote on March 15th? In a swing state? Crazy. Wait, I border an early primary state? Even better. Truth be told, my candidate was Carly Fiorina. I think she had the strongest and clearest voice among all the GOP nominees, and I don’t know an elephant or donkey who didn’t relish the idea of a Fiorina/Clinton showdown. However, my dreams were dashed on February 10th when my girl dropped out. All the other candidates were hitting the campaign trail in South …