I am a newbie here having registered tonight. I am so glad I found this place. I think I got the first tip-off to it about a year ago from one of the DUmmy threads. I have to thank you for the hilarity offered. I just had a mini taco and a beer so thanks and Cheers to you all!
You know, if my fellow Nebraskan would've taken my advice and counsel, he could've had this fund-raising event in the new baseball stadium in downtown Omaha, the bleachers jammed full.
As the big guy knows, franksolich is no amateur when it comes to arranging and operating political events.
For Democrats.
Back in 1988-1992, franksolich managed a privately-owned student union on the campus of the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, which was owned by David Hunter, then the third-biggest Democrat in the whole state.
When he was finally caught cheating the people, he put a gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger, but that's already been told here, in "the best boss I ever had":
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,30787.0/highlight,hunter.htmlIt's pretty long, but not boring. It's about the character and practices of professional Democrats.
Anyway.
So, those four years, the building was used as a venue for Democrats campaigning for one office or another.
Because of my well-known Republican bent and character, David Hunter always suggested that I, as building manager, didn't really have to be there if I didn't want to, that he could take care of things.
I frankly admitted, no, I didn't
really want to be there, but as I took my responsibilities as building manager seriously, I
had to be there, to ensure that things ran smoothly. And also to count the silver and linen after it was all over, to be sure nothing had been stolen.
In four years there must have been about, oh, fifteen Democrat bacchanals there; the big ones of course featuring Bob Kerrey (twice) and Ben Nelson (once). But even for the lesser regional and Lincoln candidates, the turn-out was awesome, especially at the bar (the only bar inside the University of Nebraska-Lincoln campus).
Everything went like clockwork under franksolich's all-seeing eye and invisible hand.
For the most part I stayed in the background, but got a little irked when Ben Nelson (in 1990, running for governor) came to me with a personal request. I was preoccupied trying to counterfeit a British five-pound note, and coldly denied it. He wanted to use my office telephone to talk to a newspaper reporter, and I pointed out there were pay-telephones, twenty-five cents a call, in the corridor. (Cellular telephones were still somewhat of a rarity in 1990, but a few minutes later he found a Democrat willing to loan him one.)
Or there was a time when the glad-handing, the boozing, and the pick-pocketing was just about over, and Bob Kerrey went looking for franksolich.
I was in my office, attired in my usual three-piece pinstriped suit, but with my shoes off, the stockinged feet up on my desk. I was busy blowing up condoms as if balloons, and there were plenty of balloons around that I'd batted onto the floor or furniture, and I was practically nested in a bunch surrounding me.
Some Democrats had broken into the condom machine in the men's restroom, and since nothing could be done about it, I just took the machine off the wall and carried it and its remaining contents to my office.
So I was sitting there, aimlessly blowing up condoms and batting them around, when Bob Kerrey stuck his head inside the door.
He looked, uh, awkwardly surprised, but did say he wanted to thank me for having done such a good job.
I reminded him his fellow Democrat David Hunter, the owner of the building, was who he should thank, not me, and continued blowing up condoms, swatting them around the air as if the U.S. Senator wasn't even there.
