I have been canvassing in Cantor's district since July. Yes I have missed a couple weekends, but mostly I have been there.
Even those voting for Obama which are fewer than those that are voting for Warner are voting for Cantor. He has power, and it is nice to somehow have that power reflected back here.
I am sure that every place has its insults.
Have you noticed that Richmond is NEVER shown on the Weather Channel? Have you noticed that everyone wonders if we all say you'all all the time?
But most of Cantor's constituents deserve the insults.
The Democrats are a lonely quiet crowd.
The Republicans slam their doors in our faces. Here is what happens:
"Hi, I am Tom, I am a volunteer for the Democratic Party..."
"I'm not talking to you." Door closes.
Or one time, to show the other side, I worked with a Sacramento-based Obama Volunteer who spoke loudly across a nice suburban cul-de-sac to a black woman. "Excuse me, who are you going to vote for?"
She had no choice but to say that she would not tell us. And why would any black woman tell anyone who they were voting for in the white suburban Capitol of the Confederacy?
No one would lynch her, but still, it could be hard on her kids. No one to play with. No one to help with missed homework assignments. Refused sleepovers. Usual suburban angst against the innocent child. It is how we keep everyone else in line
She told me on the sly, quietly. And he never understood how gently we have to walk. Every time a Democrat walks on someone's grass, there is gossipy hell to pay. We have to be polite like Gandhi.
They are all about Warner, have no idea who Anita Hartke is, and more and more they are embarrassed to say they are voting for McCain. I do not want to sound confident, but VA is in the bag.
Just remember, ABC. Always Be Closing. (a little love to the young turks)