No Siree, Wrong MC
March 7th, 2004
Luckily, I don’t vote based on the number of pamphlets I get sent in the mail. But if I did, the misrouted campaign letter I received for the Bush Cheney ticket would definitely win points for size and glitz.
The ostentatiously full color photo of Dubya with wife Laura and the hogwash rhetoric therein only work if you’re unaware of the nature of printing costs. But as a designer, the irony is not lost on me. You’d have to be a face-value Republican to believe the letter, which amusingly addresses me as “Dear Friend.”
Already, Democrats have relentlessly attacked the President, while liberal special interest groups are raising hundreds of millions of dollars to defeat President Bush… [who is] relying on you and other friends to help turn back these Democrat assaults…
Only someone with a war chest upwards of $100,000,000, an amount of record proportions, could make such a disingenuous statement. The letter itself actually has the nerve to paint a picture of Bush as a financial underdog, making the assembly of a “grassroots team” necessary.
Anyone who believes that probably buys the whole compassionate conservative agenda too. And the whole other mess of lies that seem to bounce off of Bush’s supposed teflon. Which leads me to wonder, is that what happens when you’re born with a silver spoon in your mouth? Does your skin actually turn into teflon later on in life? In that case, maybe Kerry’s going to be a tougher opponent than everybody thinks.