Ballots Wanted! Top Money Paid!
First, quick note, check out the Photo Album, right over there
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I have been having fun with my camera lately, and all these pictures are taken by me (unless I'm in them.) The gator pix were taken yesterday. With the album you can click on each picture to enlarge.
Now, where was I....oh, yes....
So a day or two has passed and anyone who hasn't already voted probably won't. The ballot sits on the kitchen counter gathering dust with the postcard offering a free home inspection of your ductwork (something you ladies might consider while the husband is at work if you know what I mean, wink wink.)
Anyway, as George Washington, the father of our country once said, "A ballot that isn't useth in the NATCA electioneth goeth to waste. Now have one of my slaves bring me a Budweiser." Or something to that effect. I'm hoping I can get your ballot cast by the end of this blog.
I'm not going to get a ballot this election because I am a retired member; however, that technicality should not deny the organization or the electorate from the benefit of my expertise in matters such as these.
Pat Forrey is only the fifth person to occupy the office of President of NATCA. Only two NATCA Presidents have served multiple terms. Only one NATCA President was unopposed in his run for a second term. Only one NATCA President is the longest serving President in NATCA.
That would be me.
So while us NATCA-1 veterans have some perspective, only two have the six year presidential perspective of office experience when it comes to guiding their decision regarding who is most fit to serve the membership, and one of them is a NATCA employee (Barry) so he can't tell you. (Taylor, he shoots his mouth off all the time. Barry has more class than that.)
So again, darn the luck, that leaves me.
Having said all that---and since your unsent ballot is moving closer and closer to the trash can as we speak...send it to me!
Yes, send me your ballots and let me take care of your light work. You don't want fill the ballot out and mail it---too much trouble!---and hell, the damn thing is probably rigged anyway. Your wife will find your ballot unopened in the mail stack in two months and shriek at you to "get this NATCA crap off my People Magazine!" Or your girlfriend will find it and shriek, "When did you start reading People?" In either case...you don't need the hassle.
You haven't really been paying attention to union matters (or you would have gouged your eyes out by now,) and all you have is some crappy lanyards, some weird Indian pens and of course some really dorky T-shirts that will make nice Holloween costumes. "Run for your lives! It's a Forrey supporter!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhhh!!"
So don't waste your vote. Send it to me!!! I will guarantee you that it is properly cast and counted. Put the whole load of crap in an envelope and mail it to:
John Carr
19214 Climbing Aster Dr.
Tampa, FL 33647
If you are electronically voting, send me the 411 and I'll do that, too (and remember...only one way or the other or our ballot---yours and mine--- is invalid.)
I will use my knowledge, skills, abilities, contacts, faith, pirates' vocabulary, spray-on tan, toe jam and common sense to cast your vote for the clear choice presented before you.
Finally, you have a stunt-double you! The psuedo you. The stand in for the talent. The understudy. The fluffer.
Me.
If only I could work your shift for you today.
Send me those ballots. If nothing else you will freak out and pimp and tweak the General Counsel, the outside Counsel and the Star Chamber Counsel currently running NATCA into the ground.
There are so many people up in this union's kitchen concerning matters they have not even a micron of a clue about that you won't even notice me dicking around with the process. I'm sure the attorneys will wave and flail about like they did in Miami, declaring this illegal, immoral and damn near lactose intolerant. Now that's some good clean fun! (And maybe a sneak-peek boob shot, too...which is nice.)
If you are in the Eastern or Great Lakes Regions this will come in handy since you are only allowed to vote for the candidate who has been personally chosen for you by the Phat Forbarello twins. Send your ballot to me, tell Fil and Phorrey that your dog ate it, and leave it at that. If you want to keep the conversation short do this around 4pm...like St. Bernards with an empty cask they will smell a Happy Hour nearby and be out of your hair faster than you can say, "Give me a sixpack of martinis."
Ditto the Northwest Portion of the Eastern Region, formerly known as the New England Region. (And has anybody else noticed that these Bostoners seem to be sounding more and more like Noo Yokahs? Shoot, I think I even saw a couple of Yankees shirts at Boston Center, soon to be Area 69 at ZNY.)
This "Ballot Concierge" service will be particularly useful in the Northwest Mountain Region, where the RVP hasn't been seen in so long that rumor has it that he might have been racking up frequent flier miles with Steve Fossett when he went mountain hopping.
So save your time, your stamp, your bandwidth, your effort and your worry regarding the whole election thing and outsource your ballot casting to me. I will do it gratis this election as a service to you, the beloved membership.
Think about it: If you don't mind Phil,Pat, Robey, Farrow and the rest of the Timid Twelve telling you who you should vote for then you should have no problem handing the whole mess over to me to take care of for you. In fact, if it will dick up the lawyers any further I will send you a buck for your ballot. Buying votes! The horror! Next election, let me auction it off on E-Bay for you.
Heck, I might even make a business out of this: "Ballot Concierge: When you absolutely, positively don't give a shit but still want to say you voted and talk trash."
"Damn straight. Anybody that didn't vote has no right to complain. Damn straight I voted. I got a dollar for it, too."
And this way...no matter who wins....you can proudly say:
"I voted for them!"
"I think!"