Knock-knock jokes and Log Cabins (not the syrup!)

Yesterday was one long knock-knock joke in a low-middle to middle income neighborhood that went something like this:
Me: “Knock knock”
Person: (doesn’t say anything, but should say “Who’s there?”)
Me: Kelly with the Democratic Party. I’m here on behalf of the MF for Congress campaign.
Person: “Uh, no puedo votar porque soy immigrante.”
Me: “Oh. Lo siento. Gracias. Espero que tengas un buen sabado.”

GOTV is a difficult thing in the Hispanic neighborhoods. Even some of the registered Latinos speak limited English. Canvassing (GOTV by foot) is even more difficult if you a.) aren’t from Texas and b.) not from Texas AND not from MF’s district. Plus, this is Bush country. Even the Democrats are voting for the freak show administration. We can’t talk about Kerry at all because we’ll lose MF supporters.
There are also hazards with canvassing – the biggest one being dogs. I can see why mailmen are so afraid of them. There are some scary freakin’ dogs here. We don’t go into fenced yards with dogs.

On to something new… D in the aforementioned entry is actually a decent guy. Neurotic, self-depricating and a little insecure, but a good guy. Anyway, last night we went out to a hip area (the Adams Morgan of Dallas) of town called Greenville. We ended up at the ZuBar. Very funky, hip, sheik, etc. In walks this flaming queen with a Bush-Cheney button on. I told my friends “I bet that guy is wearing a Bush Cheney Button out of a dare. I’m going to ask him.” The group was like, “Ok, whatever.” Well, the group I was with does not know me very well yet, but they are learning. I went up to LC (Log Cabin) and asked “Did someone dare you to wear that button?”. He replied “Honey, just because I’m a fag, doesn’t mean I’m not pro-life. I’m a proud Log Cabin Republican.” I told him I was very excited to meet my first Log Cabin Republican stating that we don’t have many of those in DC. I told him what we were here for. “Well sugar, don’t mean to burst your bubble, but you don’t have a chance in hell. This is Texas where the gays are Republicans! I applaud your effort though.” We chatted. I returned to my table. The group asked if I knew him, unaware that the reason I make such a good canvasser is because of my ability to talk to complete strangers in a manner that seems as though I’ve known them for years.