I was planning to go canvassing in Nevada & Arizona until the 29th of October. They both are given their props in the upcoming travelogue and after some time spent at a local volunteer center gauging where my help would make the most sense, I initially figured it’d actually be in the desert.

I actually have a few folks out in Nevada. AOLAB also received a lot of arthead love 2016-2020 when I was jetting between New Mexico, Arizona and the coast up until covid. Arizonans got me In Flagstaff, Sedona and Phoenix, on top of the cool arthead mountain towns that are off the radar. There are lots of Republicans and Militias there, but also a surprising amount of former Ohioans, escaping the cold for good. To me, the overall psychological clip is very much still keyed to midwestern, rugged individualist, pure “Go West” mode, Galt’s Gulch type living your life. I figured I’d be less an outlier there than some dyed in the wool cali-liberal, and could possibly do some practical good, boots on the ground.

As things progressed God showed me that what the people keyed to pathing with me needed wasn’t me wanderlusting off to the desert but instead doing what I can to “Town Crier” cut through the proposition haze that’d been floating over California like a low flying cloud. …& to yell at boys the way only my ass seems to be accepted yelling at boys to geterdone.

I’d been chewing on how to go about both as authentically as possible for over a month, deciding to trust God regarding the broader canvassing lining up or not, since I can write everywhere. At least case scenario, I would’ve been heading to Vegas once, for a day…today. To canvas. Once…”Given to God”, a gig I was absently hesitant to do officially extended through my window of Opportunity a few days prior to its commencement…and the person leading the charge bigger picture-wise dropped the ball in a way that God said to ride out without following up, so I did.

Doing so finally cracked the best practices nut, propositions-wise yesterday, which was a true chest-opener kinda joyful thing.

In the midst of this, the “Starbucks grifter Elon Bros fake canvasing story” broke, showing that all the data from the two areas that would’ve been targeted HAD I stayed my initial course was compromised by the tech dudes passing around how to hack the system so as NOT to canvas in 100 degree heat, enjoying AC & frappacinos instead.

The most interesting thing for me was that the consensus in the comments under both articles and videos was from Republicans IN those two areas, saying things like “Democrats have knocked on my door canvasing 5 times and Not ONE republican canvasser has-now I know why[… “that guy energy,” implied]

So I hope yall feel the final boss level vibed flow I’m yowling everybody up into.

Everything I yelled, identified and clarified was done with the Love of a woman who grew up accepted “as-is” within marauding gangs of goofy guys every step of the way- straight in high school, gay in design and clubland. Masculinity never had anything to do with how or who you fuck. It’s always been about how you truly take care of your own and the community you’re in.