I had a message left on my voice mail today from the National Republican Congressional Committee telling me I had some kind of "small business leader" award or somesuch. Though it seemed like an obvious solicitation, I decided to blow a few minutes calling them back. (Mainly I wanted to explain that I'm a wage slave, not some business owner or manager. They must be thinking of that other Jesse.)
It turned into a well-dressed spiel about how I was such a good guy and they wanted to give me an award and blah blah blah with a recorded message from Congressman Whatshisbucket (he wasn't from our state, so I didn't care about his name) talking about Nancy Pelosi being everything but the anti-Christ. (He made sure to insinuate they play golf on Sundays, though.*) This was followed by an invitation to chip in for a full-page ad in the Wall Street Journal featuring my name to promote tax cuts and oppose the minimum wage. While that sounds all well and good (I like both positions), I don't have $500 I can pull out of my butt for that.
Normally these kinds of calls would annoy the crap out of me. This time I hung up and laughed for a while at the thought that some nobody like me would be considered so important to the Republicans. Thanks for the laugh, guys.
* No, he didn't say that, but dang if it isn't funny to imagine.