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May 2007

May 28, 2007

Call Me Political Voyeur

I've been called worse, but "political voyeur" feels right because I feel like I'm peeking into places I'm not supposed to be!

Here's the story: Campaign finance rules have been tightened up so much that candidates can only get money from individuals and each individual is only allowed to contribute $2,300 to each of the primary and general elections. Despite my poor math skills, it didn't take me long to figure out that I could buy all six of the leading candidates for a mere $13,800.

So I went hunting and I've bagged four of the top six so far. I've had one on one conversations with Mitt Romney and John McCain at events where were fewer than 40 people. I've listened to them talk in small groups and answer my and other's questions interactively. Dinner with Hillary was a little bigger, the entire Village Pub in Woodside with maybe 80-100 people. I got a photo opp with RobinHillaryrobinstewart and had a little repartee with herself, but no real talk time. I'm scheduled to go to dinner at a home in Woodside on June 2 with Barack Obama. (I count Barack anyway, because I got to spend time with him twice before he declared his candidacy. And those two events only cost $1,000 between them. I figure we're old buddies by now.)

And after I post this to my blog, I may be PNG at any future fundraisers. But one must pay the price for reporting to my  dedicated readership! (That will be too bad, because I was looking forward to getting some face time with Rudy Guiliani. I've got to tell you that so far it's a lot more interesting meeting with Republicans than Democrats, although that Obama fellow is very smooth.)

These new rules for fund-raising have changed the landscape. In the "old" days, you had to pay $20,000 or more to have dinner with a candidate, but there's no way to write checks that big anymore. At first (three months ago), the campaign-finance people figured they couldn't get people to justify the maximum $2,300 unless they got real personal time with the candidate. So $2,300 used to buy you a meal with the candidate with fewer than 40 people.

But do the math: To raise $25M, each candidate would need to eat a meal with nearly 11,000 people. THAT gets old, particularly if you have to talk to people like me, who are viewing this as something of a sport. (Those who know me know which of these candidates I actually might vote for!)

These are smart fellas running campaign finance, though. So now it's getting harder to get good, personal time with the candidates for a measly 2,300 bucks. For instance, I was told that dinner with Barack Obama would be a small group, but I read in the New York Times today about Barack doing $2300 dinners with 300+ people in Greenwich, Connecticut so I'm not sanguine about the smallness of the crowd for my dinner. (Actually, it may be kind of a bust to spend $2,300 mostly talking to really liberal people who have no idea what they are talking about.)

Here's the real irony: I've started to spot a bunch of other people like me showing up atBarakobamastewart these events. In fact, the guy hosting the Obama dinner sat at the table next to me at the Hillary Clinton. He's a died-in-the-wool Democrat, and isn't decided on a particular Democrat as a candidate. But I've spotted other voyeurs who are just having fun getting to spend quality time with leading candidates. And that's having a terrible effect on the campaign's ability to tell who their real supporters are. Of course, the real nut jobs who buy into a candidate completely (this early? you've got to be kidding) will bundle donations from everyone else. But $2,300 is still meaningful money, so I still want admission to a real event for my money, even if I am being bundled.

I would guess that somewhere between 10 and 20% of the money being generated in the current primary campaign is pure political voyeurism. Combine that with the fact that some 30%+ of the voting public declines to identify with a political party, it makes running for office a real crap shoot.

May 20, 2007

My Last Post About Prius

I like to call this photo "Mini Goes To Hell". Regular readers (those who regularly read what I irregularly write) know that I love my Mini. Recent readers also know that I am troubled by my Prius. Actually, I hate the Prius. And it's not really mine anymore; it's the company Prius, Minihell since the firm actually owns it. And I feel somewhat less dumb for buying it, since my partner is now using it while his regular car (which itself is not regular at all, but he'll have to post about that!) is being repaired from a little accident.

But, because he's using it and parking it next to my Mini and because the fellow who parks on the other side of my Mini also just happens to have a silver Prius, I was horrified to come out one day and find my poor little Mini surrounded by a flock of horrid, silver Priuses. Sort of like the movie "The Birds", an Alfred Hitchcock classic, brought up to date.

Here's why I hate the Prius:

1) The car treats me like an idiot. I already described this in a previous post. Bottom line: In order to get the benefits of the Prius, you have to drive it the way the engineers designed it to be driven. So the user interface of the car is designed to encourage and even require that behavior. Personally, I don't like being told how to drive by my car. (Fortunately my Mini also has a navigational system, so I also don't need to ask for directions!)

2) The marketing and management of Prius is so insecure about their product that they feel the need to overstate the truth and even, from my perspective, outright lie in order to sell the car. I've also already written about this, so suffice it to say that Prius advertises its car as saving 325 gallons a year (do the math to figure out how much you would have to drive to save that much in one year); getting 60 miles a gallon in the city (I get a little more than 40 in San Francisco so maybe Oklahoma City residents would get 45); and being zippy (yes, actually heard a radio station ad that claimed the car was zippy!).

3) The coup de grace, for me: Driving a Prius makes you personally invisible. I'm 55 and take great personal pleasure in the fact that the pretty young women walking along Chestnut Street in San Francisco's Marina district turn their heads when I drive by in my Liquid-Yellow Mini. It allows me the fantasy that they are amazed by the good looking, fit and youthful guy driving the car. When I drive the Prius down Chestnut Street, they appear to look right through the car and me.

So I hate the Prius: The car treats me like an idiot, the manufacturer treats me like a schmuck, and driving the car makes me feel old and invisible.