On Primary Eve in Alaska, and as the Democratic Convention in Denver began, I was at the next best place…the Alaska State Fair. No rain, no crowds, no lines. Gotta love it!
On the way out of town, I spotted a great crowd on Seward and Northern Lights waving signs for YES on 4, YES for Fish. And despite what the zillion dollar ad campaign from the foreign mining interests would have you believe, many in the crowd were Alaska natives and people with fishing jobs. Yes…jobs that aren’t mining. Yes, jobs that will be lost when Pebble toxifies the fishing in Bristol Bay. Losing a fishery to oil wasn’t enough, now we’re going to lose one to gold. Don’t get me started…
Once at the Fair, I found the Begich booth, and the Obama booth, both staffed with cheerful, upbeat campaign workers busily handing out buttons, stickers and information.
Barack Obama himself even made a surprise appearance at Macho Nachos!
OK, it’s a cardboard cutout….
The Democrats booth eluded me. I looked, but I had to rush off for an appointment and never found it.
But I did find the Republican candidates booth.
Lights on, nobody home. And what’s that big black cloud? Sometimes in life, metaphors just present themselves with no effort required.
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