The Lovely Mrs. Stetson Rides Again

Follow the adventures of Connie Stetson, candidate’s wife, as she heads out on the campaign trail, once again…

Hi there. The lovely Mrs. Stetson here, and just returned from an event in one of our more charming off-the-beaten-path communities, El Portal. It was the annual Spring Fling in EP. A day of music, BBQ, beer, crafts, flea market, activists of all stripes, (GO No-Way Subway!!!), and the usual round-up of old friends, neighbors, conservationists, kids and dogs, and of course, the opportunity for a little campaigning, glad-handing, and baby kissing. Yes, dear readers, Lee is running for office again and I just can’t wait to dust off my pillbox hat and pearl button gloves.

A couple of weeks ago we had the dubious honor of attending the Republican Central Committee’s “Meet the Candidate Night” where we were regaled with each conservative candidate’s personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Why bother to call yourselves Republicans anymore? How about re-branding you as Christi-cans, or Republica-mentalists? It was fascinating, in a “can’t take your eyes off a train wreck” sort of way, to watch as each candidate for the Republican nomination for the 19th congressional seat vied for the title of the most conservative conservative, or the original conservative, or the most racist conservative, or the biggest sexual deviant freak conservative.

Why, I could have listened for hours, if only I didn’t have to heave up my rubber chicken dinner. No one talked about any real issues, or discussed real solutions to our state and national challenges, save for the one guy who said about health care, “Repeal it, repeal it, repeal it, shoot it, and repeal it again.” But Jesus was in the house, so let Him handle the issues.

Lee and the lovely Mrs. were also seen attending the Democratic Club’s gala Jefferson Dinner where thankfully no one prayed but someone definitely farted, loudly, and in the middle of a passionate speech by a labor union activist. I can’t prove it, but I believe it was an undercover conservative trying to be “silent-but-deadly”, and failing.

Today we’ll doll up and trot over to our wonderful neighbors, George and Angie, who are generously hosting a fundraiser afternoon tea, they are NOT tea-baggers, mind you, and Angela is a BRIT, OK? This I’m very much looking forward to, because we love them, they’re right up the street, and Angie knows me well enough to pour scotch into that Spode. It should be a delightful soiree.

The upcoming calendar is a mixed bag of campaigning opportunities. A cocktail party, a debate night, and a get-out-the-vote push, these are all chances for the candidate to get out there and mingle, listen, and share ideas about the issues that most concern the folks who live and work in this incredible, unique place we call home.

I am proud of my husband for being willing to take on local politics, “pothole politics” if you will—but remember the adage that all politics is local. So the next time you’re at a political fundraiser and see a lovely woman standing aside, smiling and nodding, who’s eyes appear glazed over, don’t just stand there and pity her. Offer her a drink, for Christ sake, and write her husband a check. Her feet hurt. She’d like to go home and wash her face, brush her teeth, put on her jammies, get into bed, and watch Dancing With the Stars.

Thank you for your support,

The Lovely Mrs. Stetson

The above post is solely the opinion of its writer and is not endorsed by any political party or candidate on any planet in the known or unknown universe.

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