Now that we’re done griping about Penn’s overzealous attempts to register the unregistered (okay really, great job with that, I’m not kidding), we can turn our attention to other, even more annoying (if more trivial), aspects of the election. I love Barack Obama as much as the next flamingly liberal American under the age of 25, but lately, our e-mail correspondence has gotten out of hand.
It’s not just Barack who e-mails me more frequently than Career Services, it’s David Plouffe, his campaign manager, Joe Biden, his soon-to-be right-hand man and even Michelle, his lovely wife. This rotating cast of characters drops into my inbox every once in a while (um, 3 times a day?) just to say “what’s up?”
And by “say what’s up” I mean ask for “just 5 dollars.”
…Or remind me to vote.
…Or remind me to turn on the debates.
…Or remind me that Obama = Good, McCain = Bad.
…Or remind me to brush and floss twice a day, eat three square meals, get plenty of rest, and then donate “just 5 dollars.”
Okay, I know Democrats blew it in two consecutive presidential elections and that the prospect of going 0 for 3 looms large. I commend Mr. Plouffe for his current campaign and his ability to reach out to and connect with the coveted 18- to 24-year-old demographic.
Sure, I gloated that I was one of the first (several million) people to know that Senator Biden was to be Obama’s running mate. It was even kind of fun to be up to date on the campaign trail — for the first few days, even weeks.
But at this point in the election cycle, the frequency with which I have deleted messages from the Plouffe Postal Service has caused campaign e-mails of late to be routed to “spam” — clearing the way for me to receive much higher priority mail like facebook notifications, chain letters and pictures of dogs dressed up like people.
Mr. Plouffe, I can assure you that I’m voting for your man, I’ll be at the polls November 4th and I remembered to watch the debates, but thank you for the reminders.
I have to confess though, I already gave “just 5 dollars” to that hottie Sarah Palin — she’s going to have a lot of grandkids to feed.
