No Blue Blazers Allowed

Hard Workin' Man

2012-01-24T21:29:00.000-08:00

What do you think of when someone mentions the name, Andre Bauer? The name alone conjures up many a notion but I think it's time the record is set straight. Last night, as Andre was weaving together the story of his life to this point during an interview, I walked away with a much better sense of this elusive figure. To me, Andre has always been a guarded mystery but for the first time last night I saw him open up to us, the public. The words he spoke were a beautiful tribute to Andre, the man behind the blue blazer.

I am sure many of you reading this now have many a poor story that would bring a tear to the eye of anyone who knew of your plight growing up. I sure do have my share. I remember when I saw 9 my mother and I lived in Texas. My parents had just divorced and I was thrust into a whole new world. The childhood I once knew had been forever lost. That year all I looked forward to was Christmas. My mother couldn't afford to buy me much so I waited for my father to send me, and I remember this as if it were yesterday, a Gameboy and games and several new micro-machine cars. We didn't have a car at the time, our feet being our main mode of transportation, so of course my presents arrived at the post office on Christmas Eve late in the day. The postmaster knew we were waiting for that particular package so she called us. Then, armed with not much more than a coat and gloves and pure determination, my mother and I walked for several miles in the snow and sleet to the post office and back because growing up, it's always just been my mother and I. No big family, just us. And it turned out to be a great Christmas. Staying up late playing with my games, my mother making me hot chocolate and the two of us looking out the window, watching the snow. Looking back I have to admit those were some of my happiest memories. It's because of those experiences growing up that I have a better understanding of mankind and what makes us tick. And for being someone who wants to break into the world of politics one day, I am one with the people. The masses. I have not and will not lose touch with the common man. But, guess what? I stand here not alone. Last night I found out that one man stands side by side with us. Andre Bauer.

I can read people fairly well. If you're lying to me, I'll know it. But last night, as Andre painted a picture of his journey from young boy going through the divorce of his parents to young man working his way through college to the strong, independent man he is today, he was genuine. Honest. He spoke so eloquently of his boyhood memories and working hard from an early age to live the life he not only knew he could have but that he knew he deserved. I have to be honest. I never knew Andre had such an inspirational story. He recanted us with one tale of a time when he would sell candy at school instead of using his free lunch card because even at a young age Andre knew that to make it in this life you don't wait for someone else to pick you up, you pick yourself up. What a strong willed, determined young man he must have been. That perseverance and will has stayed with him to manhood.

Andre may be many things and during the past few months as I have been helping him with his Congressional campaign, I've seen a glimpse into the man behind the curtain so to speak. I am here to tell you that, by all accounts, he is a true politician. And he's good at it. The reason being is that he really is one of the good guys. (Yes, they really do exist) Whatever you know, or think you may know about him, he really does want to make a difference. At his core, he knows this and that is why, everyday, he gets up with one purpose. To leave the world a little better and a little brighter than he found it. To give those who look up to him hope. Hope that one day they too may find the success and happiness he has. See, my friends, after seeing his interview last night and having gotten to know him a little, I am here to tell you that Andre Bauer represents what America is all about. Taking what this life gives you and, through hard work, determination, and by the sweat of your brow, making a good life for yourself and for those around you. Life is hard. We need guys like Andre to give us that hope. Thanks Andre. Keep up the good fight. We are here, right beside you, every step of the way.

Book Review: Crashing the Club

2012-01-19T13:58:00.000-08:00

If someone were to tell you that you had lost before you even began playing a particular game, would you still play? Or would you turn your back, dumb with terror and defeat, and walk away opting to let those more experienced players win? In the world of politics, there are those of us who begin playing the game at a disadvantage. I know that should I choose to forge ahead I will probably lose. I will probably succumb to my own insecurities and fade away into the background. But those of you out there reading this who may be in the same boat I am, we have a new mecca of hope. A shining ray of light to look to for guidance and wisdom. My friends, we have a book that reads like a love song for us political misfits and outcasts.

"Crashing the Club" by Mande Wilkes

We all know the world of politics is full of corrupt politicians, crooked staffers, and media vultures. It's what makes the machine.. work. It's never going to change. Never. So what do you do? At first, I was unsure of the answer. But after reading this, as the back cover states, part motivational manual, I realized that it's not the people or the circumstances or even the environment that will ever change. It's my perception of this crazy mixed up world that needs to change. To score an almost impossible win, I have learned from this book that instead of working against the "establishment", I have to work with it. And do so by being myself. Just like in swimming, if you swim against the current, you'll tire quickly and give up. But if you swim with it and make it work for you, then it's smooth sailing.

I've also learned that one need not compromise in order to survive the shark infested waters of South Carolina politics. Instead, from what I learned reading this book, you can use that which makes you different, unique and make it work in your favor. As I finished the book and realized this fact, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I like me. Others may, others may not. But I like me. I don't want to change in order to, as one of my new year's goals are, become a paid campaign staffer. I want to be me. Stubborn, indecisive, picky, temperamental, emotional, slightly neurotic, and at times even a bit mean. But I'm also worth it. And that's what this book gives you. Self worth, self awareness, and confidence.

So on behalf of those out here on the island of misfit politicos, thank you Mande. Thank you for this poetic journey which you take us on. In my opinion, it's equal parts reality, truth, and above all... hope.

Have a little faith

2011-12-18T20:01:00.000-08:00

Normally I talk of politics but today I'd like to talk about something a little different. This morning I went to church for the first time in a very, very long time. As I was sitting there, watching all the people and listening to the music and praise, I felt as if I had been let it on a little secret. Read on to find out what...

Life is hard. I am sure many of you reading this now would agree. We as mortal beings go through many ups and downs and through it all, some of us have strong support systems while others of us are left to brave the cold, harsh world alone. The world can be cruel. People can be worse. To think one can go it alone is to have the mindset of a fool. We all need help. I for one have always felt it best to rely on no one but myself for moral support, emotional comfort, and love. To not lean on your fellow man means never having to be disappointed or let down or hurt. Opening up to those around you also opens you up to those weaknesses which we try all too often to hide. Hurt, pain, sadness, and despair. Loneliness is a suit of armor I have worn and worn proudly my whole life. To be alone for me has meant safety. Security. Recently, though, I found out that even the toughest of soldiers with the best shields are useless if trying to fight the world alone. Which brings me to this morning.

I decided that, even if just for an hour, it would be interesting to see what the world looks like through the eyes of faith. And prayer. The interior of the church itself was breathtaking. The light coming through the windows looked as if God had personally lit the room so we may focus on him and him alone. Everyone in the room seemed to be at ease. At peace. Just something about being in a place of worship strips people of their worries, their problems and their pain. They, if even for a brief moment in time, feel... safe. Safe from the outside world. In here, we are protected. But instead of protective gear, we had the Bible and a Pastor and each other. And above all, God. As I looked around the room I saw, in the eyes of the congregation, hope. It's amazing how one can go from hopelessness to optimism in a matter of moments simply by letting go and allowing yourself to be part of something so much bigger than yourself. It seemed as though it was over before it began. As I left I turned around to take one last look at the interior and this time I saw more than just the sunlight. I saw God. Here's the little secret I wanted let you all in on. When I left through those doors and got in my car, God was still with me. And there you go. No matter how much or how often you think you are alone or lonely, you aren't. God is with all of us. In the car, at work, when we are having the best times in our lives and when we feel like giving up.

To sum things up, I will never be one who opens up easily. I am an eternal loner. But after today I realize that even if I am sitting in my room alone or driving around aimlessly trying to get lost for no reason, I am not alone. I have a purpose. What that purpose is has yet to be revealed to me. But I did feel today that there is someone out there, watching over me, watching out for me, and above all, gave me the tools and skills necessary to make it in this life. And make it I will. This is my time. This is our time. Let's not waste it. The time is now...

Snapshot, Don't Take my Picture

2011-12-15T04:48:00.000-08:00

It's been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. I tend to disagree. To me, a picture represents a wasted memory. A time spent trying to capture a moment on film rather than enjoying the moment itself.

Growing up an only child and raised by a single parent, my mother and I had the luxury of simply picking up and moving whenever the mood struck. For this we were labeled "Gypsies". From hopping on a train, plane, or automobile, we tended to never stay in one place for too long. Because of this I grew up realizing that I always had to take a minimalistic approach to life. Which meant not hanging on to an exorbitant amount of "stuff". Everything I owned growing up could easily fit in one suitcase and one box.We traveled light and traveled often. I sometimes asked my mother why we didn't have all the "normal things" other families had such as family heirlooms, photo albums and keepsakes. Her answer was always the same. She simply stated that we pass through life so briefly that we need to create memories as we travel down the road of existence and not be bogged down by trying to capture the present or hang on to the past. As a child, instead of sitting down with my mother and flipping through old family photos, she would regale me with fascinating tales of her childhood and of my grandmother and the rest of the family. We would laugh, cry and at the end of the night, I always came away with a sense that I was there. With my mom when she was 5 y/o and tried to kiss a boy for the first time and instead sat on a bee in front of the boy and ran around the schoolyard holding her bottom. Or the times my grandmother would rock me to sleep when I was baby. By hearing these stories I didn't need a photo to look at, instead I could close my eyes and, as I listened to mother, I could see it all happening as if it were happening at that very moment.

If you were to look at the bottom of my closet today or under my bed, you won't find any pictures. Nor will you find any photo albums. But if you could look into my heart or see into my soul, there you will find a treasure chest full of memories of days gone by, people who have been loved and lost, and you'll see me. The 5 y/o little boy going to the Zoo for the first time in San Diego and the young man that I am today. So next time you are inclined to ask me to take a picture, stop for a moment. Instead, walk with me, talk with me, and above all, let's create a memory together that will never fade and that will stand the test of time.

Time for Change... Andre Bauer 2012

2011-10-05T10:37:00.000-07:00

I have been reading reports recently which state that former South Carolina Lt. Gov. Andre Bauer is moving one step closer to announcing his bid for the new 7th Congressional District Seat. This troubles me. It troubles me deeply. Read on to find out why...

It's been stated that soon, this race will become a cosmic tidal wave with the 7th District being swept up in a candidate frenzy. From all far reaching corners of the new district, there have been many names of candidates swirling about for this new seat. But little do they know, there is a wind blowing from Grand Dunes in Myrtle Beach. A wind so strong their dreams of victory will be swept away and become nothing more than fading memories. And the person single-handedly controlling this powerful force is none other than my candidate of choice, Andre Bauer.

To categorize Andre Bauer as a hard worker is the understatement of the century. The term "hard worker" set sail long ago and in it's place remains the only term which can be used to describe Mr. Bauer... Tenacious. Being born of tenacity means that one is not easily dispelled or discouraged. That is Andre Bauer to a tee. Naysayers beware. You may bring to this fight a fortress full of verbal ammunition and mud filled canons but you will not pass through the walls of Andre. He has a backbone made of steel. Say what you will about this man and it will not phase him nor veer him off course. One word comes to mind when I think about Andre's potential upcoming campaign... Redemption.

Which brings me back to my original point. Having Andre Bauer enter the race concerns me for the simple fact that the other potential candidates have no idea what they are getting themselves into. This man, this political beast, is a true army of one marching onward towards victory. He cares so deeply for South Carolina and for the people living within the new 7th District, it can easily be said that coursing through his veins is true blue Palmetto pride. Does Andre Bauer need this new seat? No. He's an independent self made business man whose only motivation for throwing his hat into the political ring one more time is the simple fact that he loves, he yearns for the opportunity to make a difference. A difference in my life, your life, and in the lives of everyone who he respectfully serves with dignity, honor, and above all integrity.

If you are reading this and you are a potential candidate for the 7th district or you know someone who may be toying around with the idea of running, keep this in mind; At the end of the day when your bones are weary and your head heavy and you collapse from exhaustion, Andre Bauer will still be up working late into the wee hours of twilight because when he sets his mind to do something, he does it. And he does it big. From fundraising to drumming up endorsements to rallying the masses, he does it all with a fire in his belly. Fasten your seat belts my friends because we are all about to get swept up in the winds of change that shall soon be known as the Andre Bauer for Congress campaign...

The Myth of Love

2011-10-04T20:43:00.000-07:00

As I was driving towards McLeod Fitness today with a check in hand ready to sign up and begin my transition from couch potato to ripped hottie, I began thinking about why people work out. Health? Sure. Energy? Of course. With the hope they may attract members of the opposite sex (or same sex depending on who you are)? Most definitely. It seems as though people will stop at nothing these days to track down love as if they were on some African big game hunting expedition and then to mount their prize on the wall for the world to see. And then I started thinking. What is love? Is it real? Or is it a myth created to sell more overpriced Hallmark cards on the eve of Valentine's Day, the lover's holiday? Or some elaborate hoax created by Hollywood to encourage people to spend $12 on a ticket to see George Clooney in yet another movie where he gets the girl in the end? Let's explore this...

As long as I can remember, when asked, "How come a handsome guy like yourself is single?", I have always replied without any hesitation. "Well, I don't believe in love nor do I believe in entwining myself with someone else in that way. I am now and forever will be a bachelor and that's the way I will leave this world one day." Cynical, huh? Well, from an early age I realized that, while keeping the company of certain people may be mildly enjoyable and even entertaining at times, at the end of the day, I wanted to spend the last few moments of twilight, alone. Just me and my thoughts. People will argue that humans are pack animals. Always searching for that perfect mate to procreate with and fight and die for. I argue the opposite. I feel that we are all solitary creatures marching along that great highway of life trying hard to end each day hopefully a little wiser and a little happier than we had begun it. And even though we may lust after certain people who pique our sexual interests and desires, we know we are only left to our own devices to survive. So how to I respond to people who say they have found their one true love? Well, here's my response. I have freakishly small feet. I still shop for shoes in the boy's department (and damn proud of it too) and it is so tough to find a shoe that marries the comfort of a slipper on a cold winter night with the practicality of a George Foreman grill. Well one day I found that perfect shoe at K-Mart. And better yet, they were on sale for $19.95. Like the eternal quest many take on, I had found my proverbial white knight, in the form of navy blue loafers, nonetheless. I wore them proudly practically everyday for months. I took care of them, I loved them. But alas, all good things must come to an end. One day when walking across the room, I felt a draft. Hmm, I thought. I don't recall leaving a window open. I kept walking. Ouch. Something stuck my left foot. I looked down only to find part of my beloved shoe on the other side of the room while the rest remained loyal on my foot. I cried into my pillow every night for a week. Love is a many splendid thing, so they say, and I loved my shoes. But like everything you love too much and too often, it eventually gets sick of you, packs it's bags, and leaves you behind to pick up the pieces of your life. The moral of this story? True love is no more reliable than a pair of $19.95 K-Mart loafers.

I contend that people are not these complex, complicated walking masses of flesh that Dr. Phil will have you believe. People are transparent. They are easy to read and to figure out. Plain and simple. People search for "love" because that's what is drilled into the mind of every young boy and girl. From stories of Cinderella to Shrek, children are taught that in order to be happy, you have to have a soul mate. I think you can truly and honestly really really really really like someone, but love? No. Soul mate? Heck no. Here's why. How is it that you can "love" someone with the passion of Cleopatra longing for Mark Antony and yet with the flip of a coin or the spin of the wheel of life, you fall out of "love"? The answer is simple; you were never in love to begin with. You were in "like".

It may seem as though I have a pessimistic view of the world and love. Some may say the reason is that I have never known love myself. It's true. I haven't. Nor do I plan to. I have my family, some really great friends who I would consider my family, and I have myself. I am my own best friend, my cheerleader, my motivator, and ultimately, I am the one who I can always count on. Just as the incomparable Garbo proclaimed in Queen Christina, "I shall die a bachelor", I too shall live and die.... a bachelor.

The Heart of a Nation

2011-09-27T19:58:00.000-07:00

“If you say that we should not educate children who come into our state for no other reason than that they've been brought there through no fault of their own, I don't think you have a heart. We need to be educating these children, because they will become a drag on our society." These were the words heard around the nation. Truer words have never been spoken and yet, here they flow, from the mouth of a Republican Presidential candidate. And not just any candidate but the current front runner. Before you cast judgment upon this man, I encourage you to educate yourself on the topic instead. A topic that is sure to be the center piece in both the 2012 Presidential Republican Primary and the general election. Like any good Thanksgiving dinner table lined with everything from fresh yams to a succulent, seasoned turkey, the Presidential race will have a little of this and a little of that but a few items on the table will sure to be the main attractions. The piece de resistance. Like or not, immigration will be just that. So grab a bib, a fork, and a chair.The dinner bell's a ringin'.

TEC 54.052(a)(3). That's right. Let me say it again. TEC 54.052(a)(3). Look familiar? It should. It's what all this hoopla has been about. It's part of the Texas Education Code and it's what grants undocumented students access to in-state tuition in the great state of Texas. I don't think it would be a stretch to say that most people who brought out the grammatical army of harsh words and sly remarks to try and shatter the walls of Rick Perry have never even heard of this code nor have they bothered to familiarize themselves with it's contents. It's amazing how people are all too quick to wage a war on the unknown. Words are powerful. Throughout history, wars have started simply over the explosive nature and intent of something someone said. I suggest to everyone, everywhere to only arm yourself once you know the whole story. Because in Texas, every young person, every student sitting in class this very moment with lofty dreams of walking the hallowed halls of academia, has a story. I feel so much pride as an American and someone who used to live in Texas, that I actually have the chance to vote for a man to be our next President who understands this. He understands people are not merely numbers on some chart in a newspaper or some headline on CNN or Fox News, nor are the people of Texas, his people, a mere sound byte.

If you are sitting there reading this, sipping a glass of iced tea while the kids are playing in the backyard and you are still unconvinced, let me present to you the cold hard facts. The fact is in 2010, according to the Texas Higher Education Coordinating Board, 16,476 students qualified for in-state tuition under TEC 54.052(a)(3). Sound like a lot? This actually means that only ONE PERCENT of enrolled students in public universities in Texas fall under TEC 54.052(a)(3). With more than a million students in public universities in Texas, 16,476 is but a mere speck on the map. So minute, it's not even on the radar. Except for the radar of those who will do anything and stop at nothing to try and defame the one man, who by all accounts, will be our next President. Scared are those who scramble and claw at figures who set out to overshadow their own prejudices and misguided ways.

I have also heard recently the chatter of those in the background stating that the "Darn Mexicans" are going to get themselves a good ole' American education and then cross the border and use their new found book smarts to work and prosper in Mexico. Wait. Hold up. Let's revisit TEC 54.052(a)(3). Therein this code lies a simple fact. One that will unfortunately shatter those ill-informed beliefs. It states undocumented students are only eligible for in-state tuition if they have provided their institution of choice a signed affidavit indicating an intent to apply for permanent resident status as soon as they are able to do so. They also must have resided in Texas during high school and have done so for at least 3 years prior to their high school graduation.

Put your prejudices aside for a moment and think back when you were a senior in high school. You had your friends, you were involved in maybe the yearbook club or JROTC. Or perhaps you were the athletic type who led your team to victory at each and every game. And still on some nights when you had a particularly tough day at work or bills are causing your stress level to skyrocket, you can still hear the sounds from the stands of all those people, your fellow students, chanting your name. Things seemed so easy back then. The world seemed so new and full of potential. Anything, at that moment, was possible. As we get older we lose a little of that magic and that hope. We either become everything we hoped to be, a little of what we hoped to be, or we become what we hoped we wouldn't. Just a person. Living an average life, living paycheck to paycheck. Same routine day in and day out. Almost as if we are in a race with time and time, unfortunately is winning. But through all that despair and regret, we still cling to that young hope filled person we used to be back in high school when we just knew we were meant to conquer the world. Just imagine, for a moment, you are once again that student. The one who worked hard all throughout high school, the one who made plans with your best friend in science class that you two were going to experience college together. Maybe even become roomies and pass through that threshold from teenager to full fledged adult together. Living on your own, and yes, along the way making a few mistakes, but coming away from the collegiate experience with a whole new outlook on life and with the tools necessary to make your way in this crazy mixed up world. Now, what if someone told you that your dream was just that. A dream. Because, in a way, you are being punished for the sins of your father and of your mother. You may have been 5 at the time when your parents brought you from your homeland to the arms of the Red, White and Blue in hopes that you, their child, might grow up to have a little better than they did and hopefully be afforded all the opportunities in this, the life they gave you, should you work hard, work smart, and be all that you can be and want to be. Governor Perry said it right. If you want to rip that dream out from under a person simply because of the mistakes their parents made is heartless. Because when it comes right down to it, if we were to look in the closets of our parents, a skeleton or two or a dozen are sure to fall out. Should those skeletons then make their way into our lives? Cowards are those who throw stones at a mirror image of themselves in hopes of rewriting the past.

I've been told that I should write more "traditional" pieces. Maybe have more of a "campaign" writing style. But that's not me. I like to put my heart and soul in every word, every syllable. Because, in the end, that's what's wrong with our country. Somewhere, along the way, through all the wars and economic woes, and facts and figures being thrown at us on a daily basis, we forgot what this great nation was founded upon. A love for this land. A love for freedom. A love for each other. Making a difference is tough. People who choose that path are constantly beaten down and pushed aside, but the ones, like Rick Perry, who have a heart and truly love this land, will make a difference. On election day we need to remember that Washington doesn't need another fancy talker or slick politician, what Washington needs most and what it yearns for is simple. It just needs a little heart. That's all. A heart.

Power of the People

2011-09-16T14:00:00.000-07:00

Eva Peron once said, "Where there is a worker, there lies a nation." That saying still rings true today in politics because wherever there is someone willing to work for a cause they believe in, therein lies the heart and soul of any organization.

What do people want in an election? Fancy signs? Controversial television ads? The answer is simple. The people, the voters, want just one thing. To be part of the process. In our lives we all dream, even if just for a moment, of walking down the red carpet at a Hollywood premiere or rocking it out on MTV or accepting a Nobel Prize thus establishing our place in history. As we grow older we all eventually come to the realization that, while anything is possible in life, we may never get to the Academy Awards or fly to the moon or win an Olympic gold medal, but the one thing we can do, the one thing we can count on, is using the power of our voice to help bring about positive change for ourselves and for those who shall inherit this world long after we are gone.

All too often political parties, groups, and clubs get so caught up in their own internal struggle between good and evil they end up creating so much unnecessary and unwanted drama, turmoil, and strife. Campaigns, elections, and politics in general are not about a political party chairman or committeewoman or some executive board. They are about the people. The average American man who gets up everyday at 5am to go work a 12 hour day just to support his family. The average American woman who, during the course of any given day, manages to balance family, work, and the daily stresses of bills and money woes. These hard working Americans are what the political process is all about. Our country was founded upon the sacred God given right that we, as Americans, have a say in our own future and destiny.

I am a Republican and a proud one at that. I truly believe that if people all over this great nation from the Pee Dee to California who share the same core principles and values of the Republican Party take a stand in 2012, we will take this country back. Will it be easy? No. Not at all. The average American views the political world as an elitist one. From black tie fundraisers to the infamous blue blazer wearing politicos who line the walls of any political event, the public's perception of politics is that of some secret society where one must go through some right of passage to enter. I'm here to let you all in on a little secret. There is no secret handshake, no tapping on some back door. Oh no. The only requirement to get involved in politics is simple. You need a desire to make a difference. The human voice is different from any other sound. Even when it's not shouting. Even if it's only but a whisper. One person, one voice can make a difference. A voice that is speaking the truth and speaking from the heart can be heard even over the loudest of sounds because in the human voice lies the key to change. Strength, determination, and the will to make the best out of this life we are given.

I like to think of myself as an outsider looking in from the inside. I've seen the good, the bad, the ugly and even the occasional undesirable atrocity. From sexually charged staffers and candidates to backstabbing operatives, navigating the maze that is South Carolina politics over the past two years has been interesting, that's for sure. Through all the ups and downs I have experienced I have a message for everyone reading this. Everything you have heard about the political world is true. And probably even worse than the media portrays it. But the ray of sunshine in this dismal scenery is this. All those backstabbers? Don't worry about them. Their bark is worse than their bite. Those who is stand in judgement while posing in their Ralph Lauren suits and Armani sunglasses? Don't worry about them either. They are just fakin' it 'till they make it. The entire political world is full of pomp and circumstance. Don't let that dissuade you from getting involved. All of you reading this have a voice. Let us remind this great nation those seats in Washington belong not to the chairman of some local political group nor do they belong to some random executive committeeman. They belong to the people. It's time our voice is heard. I challenge every Republican reading this now to Google a few candidates and campaigns both locally and nationally. Research your candidates and find the ones you truly believe in and get involved. Email their campaigns and offer your help. From making phone calls to putting up signs to talking to your friends about them, all these Republican candidates need our help. Let's reclaim our country and put the Red White and Blue pride back in DC. In closing, I leave you with hope. Hope that change, it is a comin'....

Return to Innocence

2011-09-13T20:18:00.000-07:00

With all the stresses of every day life from bills to traffic to what to make for dinner we somehow, along the way, lose ourselves. On a recent visit to the beautiful city of Myrtle Beach I knew I had to see the ocean. The ocean signifies rebirth, renewal, and new beginnings. Standing there, basking in the glory of all the infinite possibilities the ocean brings with it with it's roaring thunder, I had an epiphany. I may have been standing there alone in that moment in time, but I am not alone. None of us are. Every person we meet and have met leaves an impression on us. We are but tiny vessels traveling briefly through time and space and we are doing so together. Our friends, family, acquaintances and even strangers. Our fates are all intertwined. We are all one. Friend and foe.

Reveling in the delight of the warm sun, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore as I walked along the beach on this steamy afternoon, I had a spiritual experience. Several years ago my grandmother died tragically and unexpectedly in a car accident. Not only were we close, but we were very much alike. Sometimes too much so. We had our moments of strife but we always realized the reason we didn't see eye to eye was for the simple fact we were one in the same. Both stubborn, bullheaded, outspoken, opinionated loud mouths who would stop at nothing to get what we want out of life. My grandmother had the power of the written word. Her lifelong dream was to become a well known published author. As with many people, her family came first and sadly, her dream never came to the forefront in her life. She left this mortal world leaving behind a family who loved her but she also left behind what so many leave. Their unrealized dreams. As the years pass by and I begin to get a little older and more preoccupied with the mundane that is everyday life, her memory at times, seems to fade. I know her, I love her, but, as much as it shames me to say it, I forget her. On this day that changed.

As I slowly turned my back to the ocean symphony, I looked towards the sky. The clouds formed shapes that captivated my imagination. They seemed to be there solely for my entertainment. They danced and shifted with the tide and I was in awe. As I turned to take one last glance at one of God's most awesome creations, I had an overwhelming sense of every emotion known to man. From sadness to joy, from heartache to heartbreak, I felt it all. I sat down and closed my eyes for only a few minutes. But those solitary moments felt like a lifetime. When I opened my eyes I knew I wasn't alone. My grandmother was with me. Somehow she knew at this moment, on this day, I needed her.

Even though no words were spoken, I could feel in my heart and down to my soul what she wanted me to know. With each step I take each and every day, part of her remains with me. Her tenacity, her drive, and her gift of writing. She wanted to remind me that, even though she has transcended this mortal world with a dream unfulfilled, I can pick up where she left off and realize that dream for her and for me. And then I came to the realization that throughout the years, I've let her down. Here I have been given such a blessing to have had her in my life and an even more important gift of what she has left with me. Her legacy, her talents, and ultimately.. her voice. As suddenly as all this began, it was over. The clouds once again overtook the sun and darkness fell hiding my tear stained face. What do I do now? What do any of us do when we realize those who have gone before us want only to see us be everything we can not only for ourselves but so they know that even if they didn't realize their dreams, their next generation did.

We all share the common thread of frustration that is delicately woven into our lives each and everyday. With frustration comes resentment. We resent the way things turned out, the house we live in, the car we drive and even, at times, the family we were given. But instead of focusing on the negative we need to focus on the positive. Our souls are like patchwork quilts made of pieces of all those who came before us. Extraordinary people who did extraordinary things and because of those people, we are who we are today. Let us not waste the gift of life we have been given. As Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive." Each day we live inside a life we are unhappy with we die a little. Our spirit begins to crack. I for one intend to trade in that unhappiness for that ultimate goal we all should strive for. To live, love, and die as one remarkable human being. Then and only then shall we achieve true immortality.

The Man, the Myth, the Second Coming

2011-08-23T16:57:00.000-07:00

Campaign season will soon be upon us. Local politicos are lining up their bow ties and blazers and beginning to make backroom deals with possible candidates for all seats from local county council to national races. I, for one, pick my candidates how I pick my friends. I look for people who are real, accessible, a person with honest eyes and a genuine nature. At times I say to myself, "Self. You need medication because no candidate is all of these things." But instead of medicating, I go for educating. Educating myself on all the candidates to see if there may be at least one who can live up to the stringent standards I set forth for any public official. To my surprise, one actually does exist. He's my friend, he's your friend, and he's a friend to South Carolina. His name? Andre Bauer.

The race for the brand new Seventh Congressional District seat will be one of the hottest races around in the upcoming months. Candidates from all sides of the political spectrum will throw their hats in the proverbial ring. One already has and there is one I am hoping will. Andre Bauer. Because no other candidate has what Andre has. Simply put. He's your friend first and your candidate second. I challenge you to sit back and watch as Andre works a crowd. While most candidates will blindly shake hands with as many people as possible, not even bothering to make eye contact, Andre wants to know you. Your name, where you are from and what, if anything, he can do for you. No longer is the political process only accessible to a chosen few. With Andre Bauer at the helm, he will give the power back to the people of South Carolina and for the first time in a long time, give the people of the Pee Dee a voice and a place on the national stage.

Today I took a moment to look back my past blog posts from last year. My very first entry was a recap of the first time I met Andre. It's amazing how, after so many months have passed, I have gone from looking at Andre as not only my candidate of choice, but also my friend. He has that affect on everyone he meets. I've spoken with a few other Bauer supporters in the past few days and they all feel the same way as I do. How often does a politician come around who is the type of person you'd want as your best man at your wedding, as the brother you never had, and as someone you could call at 2 am just to talk . And to think soon he may be, once again, back out on "the trail" asking the people of the Pee Dee to give him a chance to make them proud as he represents us all in Washington. People light up when he enters a room, he puts you at ease making you want to spell out your life story, and, when you leave meeting with him, you feel as if you are leaving an old friend you've known since those childhood days gone by.

As I've stated before, I am not your typical "Young Republican". I don't own a blue blazer, I think bow ties belong in a museum, and I have vowed since day one, that I will never compromise myself nor my integrity just to get ahead in this, the rat race that is South Carolina politics. Whether I remain simply a volunteer working towards advancing the Republican cause or if I actually make my living one day as a shiny new Politico, I will remain true to myself. Which means you can trust what I am saying. I am not merely writing random niceties to try and flatter Mr. Bauer so I may one day find my name on his payroll. I say these things because I mean them. I am nothing if not an honest, trustworthy young man. My momma raised me right. I tell it like it is. Good or bad. Always have and always will. And the day my feelings about Andre change, I will be the first to sit down at my laptop and type out those words for the world to read. But that won't happen. Because, like me, Andre is a man of his word.

As Voltaire once said, "All is a miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of stars, the activity of light, the life of all animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles." My friends, the Pee Dee is full of miraculous wonders from the sandy white beaches of Myrtle Beach to the sun rising over the Lynches River . There is one man who will work tirelessly to protect the Pee Dee and all it holds dear. Please join me in supporting Andre Bauer for Congress.

The Man in the Moon

2011-08-09T19:51:00.000-07:00

Stepping outside at night into the darkness of yet another summer evening in the South brings about a mix of emotions. The sounds of the cricket symphony in the background act as a soundtrack in this, the final act of the day. Standing there I tilt my head back and look towards the moon in all it's glory. No matter how many years pass by, I still feel like that 5 y/o boy who stood staring at the moon fascinated by the fact that some other little boy somewhere else at that exact moment in another place was staring at the same moon. At that moment in time, we shared something. A friend. The Man in the Moon. It's amazing how you can feel like the only person left in the world at times and yet feel as though you are a small part of something much bigger than yourself. Now that I am older and hopefully a little wiser, I realize the importance of submitting myself to the fact that I, nor anyone else, is ever truly alone as long as we believe in the realm of infinite possibilities and places.

We have heard so much in the news lately about a little place in a faraway land known as Washington. We hear of this place, of these people who, in all their suited glory, make some of the most important decisions of modern times. Yet there seems to be such a disconnect between them and us. We see them on TV, like modern day Knights of the Round Table, jousting back and forth and here we sit, feeling all but helpless. And yet I am once again reminded of what Abraham Lincoln once said, "Any people anywhere, being inclined and having the power, have the right to rise up, and shake off the existing government, and form a new one that suits them better. This is a most valuable - a most sacred right - a right, which we hope and believe, is to liberate the world." These words may have been spoken many moons ago yet they still ring true today. And these very words were brought to life recently when a group of people unhappy with the way things were, rose up against the establishment and enacted a change that will forever shape the future of this Nation, this State, and above all, this, our home, the Pee Dee .

Recently a special gift was bestowed upon the Pee Dee area and it's residents. At times all the talk of maps and demographics and facts and figures clouded the true meaning of this gift, this blessing in disguise because it is not simply a line. It's not a label nor a title. We have received the most powerful gift in the history of man. We have more than just a new 7th Congressional District. We now have... A Voice.

In the grand scheme of things, someone in Boise, ID or Yuma, AZ or even Big Sky, MT may not know the Pee Dee area of South Carolina exists or even what the "Pee Dee" means to them or anyone for that matter. Soon, that shall change. For, on the outside looking in, we may be nothing more than a small piece of turf to be easily forgotten, but somewhere in the depths of Washington, DC there is a sound. A rolling thunder that will be the new voice of the Pee Dee. For so long, our cries for help, our longing for true representation have all fallen upon deaf ears. Now, we will have a vessel for all our wants, needs, fears, and ideas to travel in to our nation's capital to be heard from the rooftops loud and clear.

This person must have the heart of a champion, the tenacity of a bulldog, a genuine nature, and a will strong enough to withstand the harsh and brutal world of DC politics. I have always said that, in politics, you have two choices if you want to bring about positive change. You can decide to submit yourself to being under a microscope and become the candidate or you can decide to work behind the scenes for the candidate you truly believe in. The person you can relate to, the person you can trust, and above all, the person who is willing to let your voice be heard. We all have our candidate of choice for this sacred new Congressional seat. Some of our choices will throw their hat in the proverbial ring. Some will cower before the fear of a such an epic undertaking. And one special person will rise to the challenge and like a hawk, set their sights on taking the Pee Dee and it's residents to a whole new level. This person will be our voice, our knight in shining armor, who will make sure this, our nation, never forgets we are here. We are strong. And we will not stop until our voice is heard.

We, my friends, have a rare opportunity to give that man in the moon a name. Let us not squander that opportunity. For if we do, we will only have ourselves to blame. So tonight, before you lay your head down ready to enter another night of peaceful tranquility, take a moment to look up at the moon and remember that even though we , the Pee Dee, may be just a dot on a map, soon everyone looking at that same moon will know us and know our story.

Good night...

Wicked Witch of the Pee Dee

2011-07-22T19:36:00.000-07:00

Irony is the ultimate cunning fox in the jungle that is South Carolina politics. I've been a victim to this cunning creature's attack recently. It's ironic how myself and a certain elected official whom I have had my doubts about in the past have something in common. Because of a certain group of people who have hunted me down over the past year as if I were the Wicked Witch of the Pee Dee, I have all but given up on politics in general. But I was certain that this type of witch hunt, this type of "Ganging Up" on one person, was just focused solely on me. Now I see that a different Witch Hunt is taking place and this time the poor, unsuspecting target is none other than someone I haven't had the opportunity to get to know. Our local hometown boy. Our Lt. Gov... Ken Ard. Pure irony the strange bedfellows politics can create.

Never should we pretend to have the power to pierce the eyes of a man to see through to his soul or what's in his heart. Therefore the only thing we know for sure is this. Ken Ard is guilty. His crime? His devious act which has caused so many to gather their pitch forks and lanterns to seek out vengeance is simple. He is guilty of being human. I've been reminded recently that we are nothing if we do not tread down that path which is riddled with mistakes, missteps, and slip ups. We are but flesh and bone and we should lift up those who make mistakes instead of trying to tear them down. Any strong man is a fortress and right now the walls of Ken Ard are starting to crumble. My fellow Republicans, let us gather together to help Ken repair what's been damaged and stave off those who are trying to oust him from an office he earned through hard work, dedication, and a commitment to our Party, our State, and each and every South Carolinian.

Naysayers will have you believe that Ken will no longer be able to do his job because of all the distractions, yet these same people are the ones causing the distractions. Whether you voted for Ken, campaigned for Ken, or campaigned against him, the fact of the matter is that the people of South Carolina have spoken. They chose Ken Ard to represent them in the office of the Lt. Gov. Good, bad or indifferent we must now stand behind the people's choice.

Sometimes I sit and think about the irony in the fact that we have many people in our Party who claim to be true and devoted Republicans, yet they seek out to destroy their own. Evil seeks out the weak and the wounded and when a man is constantly beaten down, his spirit becomes broken and that's when they pounce. In this case, Democrats know the time may be near when Ken may succumb to their constant cries for him to resign. But as long as we rally together and get behind our friend in need, they can't break us. There may be a crack in the facade of the Republican Party and among Republican in this state but it's time to join hands, friend and foe, to help ensure the continued success of Republicans in South Carolina.

My time with the Party may be coming to an end for the mere fact that I am simply out of fight. But let's not let Ken give up or bow out. The curtain's raised, the second act is beginning and by God another Republican's curtain will not fall as long as there are those of us who truly believe in this, our Grand Old Party. With every step a man takes throughout the course of his day, he thinks, he feels, he plots his next move. Let's walk, side by side with Ken Ard. We owe him that much.

I Submit to Thee

2010-09-08T19:54:00.000-07:00

I think in life we all have an inherent need to feel... protected.. safe.. and above all, that someone is watching out for us. We naturally have this in our mothers, fathers, and other family and friends. But there are certain things, certain dangers, that they simply can't protect us from. Waking up in the middle of the night to sounds of intruders in your house, hearing footsteps creeping up behind you as you are walking to your car, or hearing gunshots in the distance as you tuck your children in at night. What do we do when we are facing such things in our own backyard? Do we hide and shy away from doing the things we love to do or do we take a stand and support the one person who can lead us into a safer, brighter future and who will always be watching out for us?

As the great Margaret Thatcher once said, "In politics if you want anything said, ask a man. If you want anything done, ask a woman." And in walks that woman. Rose Mary Parham.

I was honored last night to attend an event for Rose Mary here in Florence. The turn out was great, the BBQ delicious, but the one thing that made the evening special was hearing Rose Mary speak. Her public speaking skills rival those of any other politician currently running for office. And there's a reason for that. She isn't a politician. She isn't the status quo. Rose Mary is simply not running for the usual reason of obtaining some title, she is running for Solicitor of Florence and Marion counties because she genuinely cares about the community, about people, and about keeping us all safe. How do I know this? Simple.

You can hear it in her voice and see it in her face when she speaks about violence in our cities and about the gangs that are trying to steal the innocence of our communities. The sounds of children playing in the streets and couples taking leisurely strolls after dinner in the moonlight are no more. Instead we have children inside before darkness falls and couples opting for a night in where the safety of deadbolts and alarm systems provide some sense of security. When you look at Rose Mary Parham, you don't see merely a woman or a politician or even just another candidate vying for your vote. You see the heart and soul of a fighter. A warrior. A person who will stop at nothing to protect the people for whom she cares about. And those people, my friends, are you and me. Her warmth and caring nature emanate throughout a room and as our next Solicitor, her light will shine all over these two great counties and no longer will we have to live in the shadows afraid to come out of the darkness and into the light.

Woody Knows Best

2010-06-29T08:04:00.000-07:00

I recently went to the movies after not having been for many months. I typically tend to stay away from places that have the nerve to charge $100 for a small popcorn (ok so maybe not $100, but close...) but I decided to brave the screaming kids, crying babies, and unruly teenagers and see a movie. So many choices, so little time.... What movie did I finally decide on? Toy Story 3... Now I have not seen Toy Story 1 or 2 so I was hoping I would be able to keep up. Luckily, the storyline was easy to follow, the babies kept their crying to a minimum and I splurged and ordered some nachos (I had to fill out 54 pages of paperwork in order to take out a loan to get them though...). I walked out of the theatre that night with a lot on my mind. The movie, as cute and funny as it was, made ya' think. Watching Woody and Buzz and the rest of the gang (except for that creepy monkey) got me thinking about loyalty. If a few talking toys on the big screen can teach us that being loyal to yourself, to your family, and to your friends is important, how can we apply that lesson to our everyday lives? And even more importantly, how can we incorporate loyalty into the political world? Can we really have loyal politicians or are we doomed to live in a world where, if we want to see true loyalty, we must pull out our Woody and Buzz action figures?

That question was answered last night when I attended a Public Hearing in Johnsonville, SC. The hearing was to focus on the Francis Marion Statue project (A project that has now taken on a life of it's own). Now, my friends, I will not get into all the financial details of the project (you can read those elsewhere), instead I want to focus on the loyalty of the elected officials in Johnsonville. Did they stay loyal last night to the people who put them in the positions they are in and to the people who they represent or were they so focused on their own personal agendas, they forgot they work FOR the people and not AGAINST the people. I will let you be the judge. Here you have the majority of the citizens of Johnsonville simply making one request of their public officials. Please don't start any project of any kind, statue or no statue, until you have 100% of the money in the bank. The citizens just want to make sure they aren't stuck with the bill when the council's empty promises of money magically appearing out of thin air turn out to be just that... Empty Promises... Last night the Johnsonville City Council sounded more like a mafia family in Old New York instead of a group of honest, loyal, and faithful servants of the people (The Godfather being the current mayor). I repeatedly heard the words, "Anonymous" and "I can't say" and "Remain Nameless". When you work for someone, just as elected officials work for the people, you must be transparent and forthcoming with all information pertaining to any and all decisions that affect the people you work for. Backroom deals and nameless figures have no place in politics. That being said, the South Carolina political world is mostly made up of backroom deals and nameless, shady figures. If some of our own statewide Republican candidates and elected officials can't remain loyal to the people and can't be transparent and forthcoming, how can we expect local council members to? What would Woody and Buzz say if they could see us now?

Last night the Johnsonville City Council turned it's back on the people. All except for one man. One lone wolf who decided to stray from the pack and go it on his own. They call this wolf, this man, this enigma.... The Maverick... Councilman Brad Richardson was the only member of council who voted against moving forward with this project. And, in my opinion, he did that for one reason and one reason alone. He, above all others on Council, knows the true meaning of loyalty. He knows the people of Johnsonville are all looking to him to be their voice and he will not let them down nor will he fail them. The people of Johnsonville simply asked council to wait until they had the Francis Marion Statue project 100% fully funded and cash in hand, before moving forward. And that is exactly the way Brad Richardson voted last night. He voted for the people and with the people. He gave them a voice and even though he and the people of Johnsonville lost the battle last night, the war is not over. Watching Councilman Richardson sit at the big folding table with his fellow council members, him dressed in a shirt and tie, and them dressed as if they were going to the beach or just got in from working all day in the yard, I realized something. This is the first time I have seen, first hand and up close, a real live LOYAL politician. Now, yes, I have had my favorites this election year, but I realize now, I have yet to see ANY politicians in action who were truly loyal to the people they represent. That is, until last night. I saw that in the Maverick. I can only pray that, as our Republican brothers and sisters are out there campaigning this year, they remember people like The Maverick and Woody and Buzz and realize that loyalty, above all else, is all that we, the people, want from them. I don't care if you had an affair 20 years ago or if you wear brown shoes with a black belt. Just be honest, upfront, and always remain loyal.

Sex and Money

2010-06-18T06:57:00.001-07:00

As Janet slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse, her ample bosom heaving with intense passion, Mark's throbbing..... Ok, I know you must be thinking, what in the heck am I reading?? And why is Mark throbbing?? Isn't there a pill for that?? Well, my friends, in the world of South Carolina politics, it seems as though some politicians are more and more resembling cheesy characters out of a 99 cent romance novel, rather than serious political figures. Which brings me to ask myself, "When do we know we have gone too far and can we get back to where we need to be?" Let's explore this...

Do you ever get that feeling late at night, when you are in bed alone, that someone is watching you through the window? You get up, slowly walking towards the door to make your escape and as you turn around to take one last glance back, you swear you see a dark figure dashing across the room.... That's how I, and many others, feel these days as we circumnavigate the South Carolina political arena. Who can I trust? Are people who they say they are? Why is this person being so nice to me when I don't even know them? These are questions we must ask ourselves daily if we intend to survive and live to see another day. It's survival of the fittest out there, my friends. And we must arm ourselves with the proper weaponry and educate ourselves in the ways of the world. Career politicians as well as career political staffers confuse me. And amuse me. And sometimes, make me nauseous... So who are these cast of characters????

As I attend different political events, I survey the crowd and what do I see? Not men, or women, or children... I see characters. People, in general, are their own characters. They have a back story, motives of their own, and above all, each and every person has something that makes them unique. There are some characters which repeat themselves. For example, at every political event, you will see the eager young lad who will work 'till his knuckles bleed and his shirt is dripping with sweat in the hopes that someone will notice and give him his big break (He secretly wants to be you and the first chance he gets, there goes the knife in your back...). The young attractive blond who spent two hours on her makeup and is wearing a dress just low enough to give those southern gentlemen a preview of the coming attractions (The ticket price varies). The perfectly coiffed politician who is eyeing the young interns, licking his chops like a lion stalking it's prey (Put that thing away, no one is impressed). And we must not forget about the one, over there, standing in the corner. The person who is plotting their next move, next scandal, next story of an affair. This person, this shadowy figure, is deciding who will make it through to November and who will not... Their name? Who knows? And, do we really want to know? Probably best not to know... Which brings me now to sex.. and money...

I recently heard someone say that there are those who enter the political world for two reasons, Sex and Money. While I will be the first to admit that power does, somehow, make a person sexually appealing, even if their physical appearance is mediocre. But as much as we want to run up to certain people and dry hump them (to my surprise, some people don't like you doing this), we must remember why we are here and why we are doing what we are doing. It's simple. We love our state. We love our party. And we want to see South Carolina become a shining beacon of hope and inspiration for the rest of the country. Therefore, we must check our hormones at the door. Hard to do I know (no pun intended), but we must muster the strength and push forward. Now, as far as money, I'll say this... Money. Good. No Money. Bad. But, why on Earth must there always be those opportunists who sneak into every organization trying to rifle through the pockets of the wealthy? Unless your name is Robin Hood, please take your hand out of Andre's pocket and for the love of Paula Abdul, give Gresham his gold watch back. My point, my friends, is this. While sex and money can make you happy (money more so for me), let's keep our eyes on the prize. The prize being huge wins for us, The Republican Party, in November. We need to take our state back, and if we focus on the real issues at hand, we WILL win in November.

In the words of the incomparable John Barrymore, "Sex: the thing that takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount of trouble." And in the words of Mohandas Gandhi, "There is a sufficiency in the world for man's need but not for man's greed."

So, my friends, keep this mind... as you travel through the rough seas of the South Carolina political world and encounter those mysterious figures... Friend Today, Foe Tomorrow...

You've been warned....

The Day The Music Died...

2010-06-09T19:48:00.000-07:00

The day we have all been waiting for has now, come and gone. Like a summer storm in the land of cotton and cornbread, it was over before we even had time to run outside and dance in the rain. In it's path, a trail of joy and frustration is all that is left behind. Where do we go from here? Onward to victory for the Republican party is the answer. But, how can we leave behind those candidates we have worked so tirelessly for and care about and who did not quite make the cut?

Committing to be a campaign volunteer is so much more than just making phone calls or waving signs. It's about committing to a candidate. A person. This person becomes a main focus for you and where you will direct your time, energy, sweat, and maybe even a tear, as you traverse the campaign trail with them. In order for a candidate to garner this type of support, they must get people excited. Excited about them as a person and about the campaign and all that is involved. While there are many candidates who can do just that, there is one candidate, one man, who can rally the troops like no other....

In walks a man with the southern drawl reminiscent of days gone by, the demeanor of an old friend you haven't seen in years, and a smile that reaches to the farthest corners of a room. His name? Bauer... Andre Bauer... A man who can bring a crowd to their feet and make people stop in their tracks and listen. Andre Bauer has a lot to say and he says it. No matter what. When I was younger, my outspoken nature and opinionated ways often got me in trouble. I've never been one to lay low and keep quiet when something is on my mind. I have always had passion and fire within me and I thought, because of those traits, I could never be accepted in the political world. I don't say the right things, I don't dance around any issue, and I certainly don't care about what people think of me. When I first heard Andre Bauer speak, I realized, there was hope for me. Here is a man who speaks his mind, says what needs to be said regardless of whether the "establishment" may approve or not, and always stays true to himself. Could it be someone like this actually exists in the political realm? The answer is clear. Yes.. And that person is Andre. Could it be I have a new idol now? Someone to look up to and aspire to be like one day? As I take down my poster of Batman and put away the action figures and put up my picture of myself with Andre, the answer is clear...

This is my first year being involved in politics and Andre's campaign is the first I have helped with. It's certainly an experience I will never forget. I am somewhat saddened by the fact that it is now over and I never got the chance to ride around the state on the big ol' Andre bus or get to sit down and talk one on one with the man himself. But I am thankful for the friends I have made along the way and for knowing that I stood up for someone I believe in and took part in the political process instead of just sitting by the wayside.

So now the question is posed, "What do candidates do when they don't win?" Some are struck with feelings of vengeance and regret and, a select few, spread their wings and soar like eagles. Andre Bauer will do the latter. And I for one am excited to watch and wait for what he does next. Whatever it is, it will be great, because he is and always will be.. a great man in my eyes and in the eyes of South Carolina herself.

I would like to dedicate this blog entry to all my fellow Andre supporters across the state. We rallied behind our candidate and, while we may not have won this day, we accomplished something far greater than winning an election. We didn't just talk about change, we did something about it. And I for one, am proud of all of us.

Snapshot, Take My Picture

2010-06-01T21:30:00.000-07:00

Last night I had the privilege of attending the Republican Gubernatorial Debate at FMU here in Florence, SC. I am sure there are many bloggers who will write about the details of the debate and comment on who they feel won. Instead I shall do what I do best... tell a funny story.... (Who said politics had to be boring?)

As I stand here, in a dressing room in JCPenney (only the best for me), staring at my reflection in the mirror, I begin to feel the excitement. I will be attending my first political debate tomorrow night. And not just any debate. A gubernatorial debate nonetheless! And I am a man on a mission! If you have seen my Facebook profile, you may have noticed that regardless of how many Republican events I have been to over the last few months, I have VERY few pictures of myself with any candidates. Why you ask? While I may be cute (some would say hot), I am NOT very photogenic. When I get in front of a camera I turn in to Screech from Saved by the Bell. And that's NOT a good thing. Zach Morris maybe.. But not Screech! Come hell or high water, I plan on getting my picture taken with my candidate of choice at the debate, Andre Bauer!! 24 hours and counting..... Will I make it happen? Will I get nervous and run the other way? Will Bret Michaels replace Simon on American Idol?

The day of the debate has arrived and as I am getting ready, I begin to practice my posing in the mirror (Don't laugh. You know you do it too!). Scratching my head.. Trying to remember something... What does Tyra always say on America's Next Top Model? Oh yeah! Model H2T (head to toe) and SMIZE (smile with the eyes). After doing that for awhile in the mirror, I realized something.... I'm a dork. A big fat dork. If there were such a place as Dorkville, I would be elected mayor! So I quit practicing and decided, what the heck, I'll wing it when the time comes (I figured I can always rely on my natural ability to be irresistibly adorable at the drop of a hat). I do one final mirror check, spray enough cologne on myself to start a small brush fire, and off I go to begin my adventure.

I arrive early so I can get up with Matt Robinson (aka: Andre's right hand man) and get my ticket for the debate. Let me tell you a little bit about Mr. Matt. He should teach a class on how to deal with campaign volunteers. In the past several months I have met many paid political staffers and some have been nice, some not so nice, and some just down right nasty. Matt falls in to a category all his own. He has the energy of a 5 y/o, the personality of a rock star, and the cool swagger of a player . His easygoing nature and laid back style draw people in and his honest approach and his appreciation of those who volunteer are what make him a rare commodity in the political world.... A nice guy.

Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, I'm here and ready for the debate! Here's a quick rundown... There were some good answers and some great answers and some obvious answers, but all in all, the candidates performed as I had expected. Gresham Barrett was witty and like able, Henry McMaster was, as always, the quintessential southern gentleman, Nikki Haley tried hard to avoid answering any tough questions about the scandal surrounding her (she even left right after while the other candidates stayed to greet voters) and Andre Bauer was, of course, da man! Direct, concise, straight-forward and honest. An honest politician, you ask? (waits for the gasps from the crowd) Yes, my friends, they do exist albeit they are a rare breed. You may go a lifetime without spotting one, but if you attended the debate last night or watched it on television, you saw one... in Andre Bauer.

Once the debate was over, my good friend Renee Woodberry ( a tall buxom blonde with an appetite for life) grabbed me by the arm and down the stairs we flew towards the candidates like two twisters headed for a small town in Oklahoma (Watch out!). I saw Gresham Barrett (who is WAY taller than he looks on TV), Henry McMaster (who always reminds me of Rhett Butler), and Andre (who looks a lot younger in person). Now I will say this about Renee. She is VERY photogenic and has mastered the art of taking pictures with candidates. She can flash those pearly whites and flip that hair with the best of 'em. So if anyone could get my picture with Andre, it would be the great Renee (bows down to her awesomeness). As I stood in the line with everyone else, waiting... and waiting... and waiting... My nerves a wreck, beads of sweat creeping up on my brow (we're talkin' Whitney Houston flop sweat), and the building excitement within me at the thought of being able to shake the hand of the man who is going to be the next governor of South Carolina. It was my turn. What do I do? Smile? Look serious? Say something witty? I was going to tell Andre a joke I had just heard, "Why was Tigger looking in the toilet?.... He was looking for Pooh.." (Ok, you.. in the back row.. I see you laughing!!!) BUT I figured that may not be the most appropriate thing to do. Before I knew it, Renee said smile and somehow I was standing next to Mr. Bauer. I didn't have time to smile so I did my serious face (doing it now, wish you could see). And poof. Just as it had begun, it was over, literally, in a flash. After the blindness from the flash dissipated and I could once again see, I turned to walk away when I realized I still had my arm around Andre. I regained my composure and returned my arms to my side and off I went back into the jungle (I mean crowd). Andre then smiled and walked away from the crazy guy in khaki.

All in all, I had a great time at my first debate and it's certainly something I will always remember. Just makes you realize how larger than life these candidates are. I can only hope that one day people will look at me the way people looked at these candidates last night. With respect, admiration, and above all.... hope.

PS: Special shout out and thanks to a few members of Team Andre who are exceptionally nice. (I don't typically remember last names so I had to improvise)

Robert (More energy than the Energizer Bunny)

Mark (Super Tall guy in Andre Polo)

John (Guy who dances on top of RVs)

VOTE FOR ANDRE on June 8th!

The Worker

2010-05-03T17:49:00.000-07:00

A lot has been said so far in this campaign season about the workers who help make this great state a place people want to live, raise a family, and spend their last days. I was inspired to write a poem about these workers. I hope you enjoy. Thank you.

I humbly stand here before you, tired and broken

My skin stained with the blood of a million hurts

I bear this cross in obedient silence, my solemn words unspoken

I do this not for the man in the mirror, nor his brethren

It's merely one stop along my path to eternal grace

The faces I see along that path, deeply etched in my memory within

I am a worker, deep inside my core, lies the heart and soul of a nation

Along with the hopes and fears, wants and needs of every man, save my God

For we mortals are full of love, hate, joy, sorrow, excitement and frustration

Frustration bred from years of being pushed aside, pushed around and simply forgotten

No more shall we cower in fear nor shall we retreat in defeat,

Many before us have tried to rise up and have failed, their plans misbegotten

Banded together, workers all across this great nation, armed with pure grit and drive

Will give America back to her people, no more time shall be wasted

Our spirits are awakened, in this moment, this place, we have never felt so alive

My Best Friends

2010-03-31T18:13:00.001-07:00

I'm sitting in my room, alone. And I start to think to myself. Whenever I feel lonely, tired, depressed, stressed or angry.. Who do I turn to? Which of my friends do I lean on? I finally figured that answer out. My words are my best friends. I can always trust that with them, I can be myself, express myself, and let it all out. Without judgement, without fear. In my life, I have used words to protect myself, defend myself, and, on a few occasions, express my anger.
This got me thinking how powerful words are. They can start a riot or silence a war. They can build people up and tear down barriers. And then I realized that I hold that power, within me. Like my grandmother, who passed away several years ago, I was born with a gift. A gift to affect people with the stroke a pen, or in my case, the stroke of a keyboard. In my recent blog entries I have been a story teller. A witty little man who makes people laugh by turning ordinary events into something over the top and hilarious. But I wanted to take a moment to get serious with you all and let you know why I do what I do. I write because, for me, it's my way to get close to people. I am not the most confident person and I am certainly not the life of a party. I am a simple man. Nothing special. No fancy getaways or clothes. I shop at Wal-Mart and drive a Hyundai and a luxury to me is getting a Combo meal at Zaxby's. But something I do have, that no one else has, is my ability to take the sum of all my life experiences and use those emotions to put down, in writing, words that can make people smile, make people laugh, and maybe even, quietly shed a tear. I can use my words to empower and to enlighten. To share my point of view with the world and to, on occasion, rant.
This year I plan on harnessing this power to help the greater good. Help bring to light the plight that is facing America and, through my words, help give those candidates I feel strongly about, a platform from which to proudly stand. To me these candidates, Andre Bauer, Bill Connor, and Brad Richardson, aren't just men in suits, they are what I hope to be one day. They give me hope, inspiration and listening to them always makes me smile on the inside. If I can only be half the man they are one day, I will be doing pretty good for myself. These candidates, these men, are not just ordinary men. When you are a person who can stand in front of a crowd and make that person way in the back feel as if you are talking to them and only them, you have moved past being just a man. You are are the carrier of the torch. The torch that will bring light once again to these dark days we are facing in this nation. I hope these candidates, when they are sitting alone with their thoughts, realize how much power they hold. When you have the people, you have the world in your hands. Use this power wisely as I will use mine wisely. Together we can change things, one person.... and one word, at a time.

Gone With The Wind.. Literally....

2010-03-28T13:02:00.000-07:00

The following is an account of actual events. The persons involved were in serious danger the entire time. Please do not try this at home...

Once in a blue moon, you do something so dangerous, so death defying, and yet... you live to tell about it. Today, my friends, was one of those days. The day started out seemingly normal enough. Slept in, did some grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, and had a really good Bacon Cheeseburger at Hardee's (no, the Cheeseburger was not the dangerous part of the day). As I left Hardee's, I could see in the distance the clouds rolling in. They were charging straight ahead, chasing away what semblance of sunshine was left. I hung my head in disbelief. Why, oh why, must every day I have off from work resemble the movie "Twister" or "2012" with all the inclement weather? Oh Lord, I know I shouldn't have told that woman in Wal-Mart her baby sort of resembled Richard Nixon, but deep down, I didn't mean it! (Ok, maybe I meant it just a little..) So, putting aside the fact that the universe is obviously upset with me, I decided to brave the cold and the rain and the winds to go and do something that any good, dedicated volunteer would do.... I went to fix an Andre Bauer sign that had fallen down out by the airport. Now, ladies and gents, whether the sign fell down on it's own or whether it is the center of some government conspiracy reaching to the highest levels of power, remains to be seen.... (Where are Mulder and Scully when you need them??) I decided to go home and gather some tools...

While at home, I looked for my tool chest. Hmm, where is that thing? I know I put it somewhere? Oh wait.... I don't have a tool chest... So I decided to look for the tools I needed in the next best place. The kitchen junk drawer. You know that drawer in your kitchen that is like the island of lost souls? It's the place that anything and everything that doesn't find a home elsewhere in your house, ends up. I rummaged through the tape, scissors, pens, seven remote controls, dead batteries, and blue blazers ( I am trying to rid the world of them..). YES!! I found a hammer! I also grabbed a hole puncher, a screwdriver, and some cable ties. I packed up my tools in my little Hyundai and off I went to save the world (or in this case, Andre's sign).

As I was driving down the street, I could feel it. I was approaching the scene of this terrible tragedy. It sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of that poor sign, just lying there, getting pummeled by the rain and wind... I could barely stomach it. "Hold on Andre sign, I am a comin' to save you!" As I stepped out of the car, my feet sunk deep into the muddy ground. I walked over to the sign. There it was. Looking so helpless and sad. Like a little kitten who's lost, miles from home. A wiped away a tear, and got out my tools. Upon closer inspection, the damage was worse than I anticipated. The cable ties were broke and the holes in the sign used to attach the cable ties were in bad shape. And the posts that were once "in" the ground, now lay helplessly "on" the ground. Hmm, where to begin? I first dragged it over (a miraculous feat in and of itself) to a huge bush and leaned it up against the behemoth. I pulled out the hole puncher and made new holes. I attached the new cable ties and voila! The sign was once again attached to the metal posts. That was one thing down. But, wait, how in the heck do I get this thing in the ground? Even though the ground was slightly wet, it was still too hard to try and push the posts down far enough that it would be stable. I got out my trusty hammer. I looked at it and thought, hmmm, how do I use this thing? Which end do I hold? Where's the on button? Finally I figured it out. (Thanks to all those years of watching This Old House) All the while, the wind was blowing me from side to side and the rain, which by now was more than just a drizzle, was hitting me like tiny little bricks. At one point, I got blown across the street and landed on the airport runway. I decided, while I was there, to taxi in some planes. Just as I was helping a Cessna 152 up to the terminal, I was lifted off the ground once again and placed gently back over at the sign. Ahh, let's try to hammer this thing back in the ground. I hammered and hammered and hammered.... The posts should be halfway to China by now!!! I bent down to look. What?!? I didn't even make a dent in the ground! I tried once more and still the same. What's wrong, I thought to myself. I inspected the ground and decided it was too hard for a simple hammer. In order for this thing to not fall down again, it needed to be DEEP in the ground. Something I could not accomplish with my simple tools. So I accepted defeat, shook my fists at the sky in frustration, and decided that I could at least place the sign somewhere it would be visible until I could return with an army. I dragged it over, closer to the street, and wedged it in between a tree's branches. This should hold for now. At least people can see it and that's what matters most anyway. I turned around to take one final look at the sign that had beat me. The clouds parted and for a brief moment the sun came out and blinded me. I turned away, shielding my eyes, and when I turned back to the sign, it seemed to say, "Thanks for trying. You did your best". Of course after I turned my back to it, that darn sign flipped me the bird. What the?!? I got back in my Hyundai and off I went. But don't worry, I shall return to save this sign. Next time, though, it will be with an army of, 10,000 men, that will rally behind me to get the job done.

As I pulled into my driveway, I got out my car, knocked the mud off my shoes, and went inside, looking forward to my next adventure. Whatever that may be....

The Sneak n' Giggle

2010-03-25T19:03:00.000-07:00

Let me preface this by saying, one thing you will see as a general theme in my posts is what it's like to be involved in the world of politics but as an outsider looking in. And trust me, when you look closely, the political world is full of material worthy of a sitcom! So sit back, grab a coke, a smoke (that stuff will ya) and get ready to take another ride with me as I navigate the great sea that is South Carolina Politics.

My new BFF, Matt Robinson, called me yesterday and asked me if I would attend a political fundraising event here in Florence and man a campaign table for Andre Bauer. I thought to myself, how perfect is this. I was made to man a campaign table. I am young, incredibly good looking (My mom said I am, so there!) and I am well spoken. Without hesitation, I said yes. I started thinking to myself.. Today I am manning a campaign table and tomorrow... well who knows what the future holds for me. Anything is possible..... So I decided to go through my usual ritual whenever I attend any type of event. First things first. Plan my wardrobe. When you are representing the next Governor of South Carolina, you gotta look your best ( I mean have you seen Andre's posse? They look like they stepped out of Political Vogue, if there were such a thing). So I went to my closet, pushed aside the week old pizza and midget wearing speedos (Don't worry, he has a good life) and looked through my endless wardrobe of khakis, vests, and polos. Nope... that won't do..... neither will that..... where did that come from?!? Uggg. Dozens of clothes and yet, nothing to wear. So I decided to pull out all the stops and go shopping at my favorite store for a new outfit.

I got in my trusty Hyundai ( the one with all the political bumper stickers) and headed to the most high end, affluent, and exclusive store in Florence.... Wal-Mart. But not just any Wal-Mart. SUPER Wal-Mart. That's right folks. When it comes to looking my best, I spare no expense. I picked out a new shirt and vest that made me look sophisticated, yet still young and cute enough to attract all those potential voters to my table. Sometimes I think to myself... Self.. Is it fair to the world that I was born with talent, skills, brains, and good looks? Seems almost.. Greedy. But oh well. It's a burden I must carry with me... So, I went, got in a checkout line, and waited and waited.... watched a couple of kids grow up before my very eyes, seasons changed and I grew a beard. So after I finally paid for my stuff, both me and my beard headed home. I handed over my shiny new items to my mother to iron for me. The last time I tried to iron anything, somehow I ended up with one eyebrow and a hairless cat. And I don't even own a cat.... So best to leave the ironing up to the experts. Then my night consisted of watching America's Next Top Model and eating cheesecake. Wal-Mart cheesecake nonetheless. mmmmm. Two thumbs up. Off to bed I went to dream about Cheesecake eating models...

Today, leading up to the event was fairly uneventful. Other than the fact that I had a really good hair day, today. Don't ya just love when your hair does just what you want it to? I mean, that's even better than sex, or so I've heard... So on my new clothes went and after doing a final mirror check, out the door I went. I arrived early and decided to go in and set up my table. As I looked around at the other volunteers standing proudly at their tables, I felt like I was a member of an exclusive club. A club where people, young and old, rich and poor, decide to get off the couch and get out and support the candidates they feel can bring about positive change. Being a volunteer isn't just something you do, it's something you are. You are literally the most important person within a campaign. Because a candidate alone can't accomplish anything without the unwavering support of their dedicated volunteers. Writing a check to give a donation is easy, but donating your time, energy, and skills is something you can't put a price on. As I stood there, ready to hand out t-shirts and bumper stickers, the cast of characters started to trickle in the room....

First, there was this one young man, let's call him Chuck, who I observed carrying out a technique that I feel my readers would love to hear about and possibly learn how to do themselves. It's called.... the Sneak n' Giggle. Here's what you do. You stand in the corner of the room and survey the crowd. You spot a group of important looking people and you make your move. Like a cheetah you creep up on your unsuspecting prey. Swift and silent you move through the room navigating through tables, chairs, and the occasional amateur photographer trying to take your picture. NO, you say to having your picture taken. You are a man on a mission and nothing and no one will stop you. You get closer and closer to this group of movers and shakers. Suddenly you find yourself right inside this group. This is the "Sneak" part of the technique. The next part is the giggle. As soon as everyone else begins to laugh, so do you. But you must laugh hard and loud enough so people notice you. At first they may think, who is this crazy hyena and how did he get in? But then, being the courteous gentlemen they are, they let you stay. You have been accepted into the pack. Be careful though.... One wrong move and they will go for your jugular and you will never be heard from again..... (Check back soon as I will be offering instructional DVD's starring myself)

The rest of the evening went by quickly and I shook my fair share of hands. Even the man himself, Andre Bauer, came over and shook my hand and thanked me for being there (For those of you wondering, he has a very firm handshake. I had to ice my hand afterwards...) My BFF, Matt (Matt doesn't know yet he is my new BFF, but in my head he is....) was telling me about how he had to drive Andre's bus to this event. So for those of you who thought you saw a big blue bus flying down the interstate going down the wrong side and swaying back and forth and men in suits were hanging out the windows yelling, "Help me, Save Me, OMG please make this stop" then you probably had the privilege of seeing Andre's bus en route to Florence...

I packed up my tshirts and stickers and went out to Cici's to eat with Brad Richardson (the next Mayor of Johnsonville) and Jamie Rogers (the future first female president). For $3.99, you can't beat that! So this brings to an end another exciting stop in my journey along the South Carolina political highway. Let me leave you, my friends, with this sentiment... Never arm wrestle Andre Bauer.. He is literally, the Strong Arm of Politics.

PS: Did you know there is such a thing as Midget Professional Wrestling? And the wrestlers have names like Fuzzy Cupid, Short Sleeve Sampson, and Little Beaver.... Why have I not heard of this before and where do I get tickets? I tried asking a member of the Lollipop Guild (he lives behind the dumpster down at the BP Station in case you wanna get an autograph) but he said he didn't know, even after I let him sit on my lap. (Don't judge me.)

Meeting the Man, the Myth, the Next Governor of South Carolina...

2010-03-24T07:10:00.000-07:00

Let me first say, welcome to my new blog and thank you for reading my first blog entry!

I have been volunteering for Andre Bauer's campaign for a few months now. I have been a supporter of his for some time now, even before I began volunteering, and I must say, if I ever had any doubts about him, those doubts were silenced when I had the honor to meet Lt. Gov. Bauer during his 24 hour Announcement Tour. And the story goes....

It's just another Manic Monday.. I wish it were Sunday... Ah, my Monday morning was starting as usual. Get up, look in the mirror, scare myself, and then make breakfast. And by make breakfast, I mean put some cereal in a bowl. Milk is optional. I open my can of morning Pepsi (Pepsi is my coffee) and begin to check my email and Facebook. As I turn on my phone to check my messages, what is that I see? A text from the Political Mastermind himself, Matt Robinson. For those of you who do not know, Matt works for Andre Bauer's campaign and I can honestly say he is very passionate about his job and about his candidate. Anyway, I digress... A text? What did it say? It was Matt (aka Mastermind) asking me if I could pick Andre and his peeps (peeps=political posse) up at the Florence airport and take them to Francis Marion and back to the airport. My hands began to shake, sweat started to creep up on my brow.... Here I was already nervous about meeting Andre in person for the first time at his Florence event, but now I was going to be in the same car as him?!? Let me say this.. I am not the type of person who gets nervous about meeting anyone. I am confident enough in myself that I don't let people rattle me. But Andre Bauer is not only a candidate for Governor, he is THE candidate. He is a man I admire, respect, and look up to. So now that the question is posed, what do i do now?...... The saga continues....

A million thoughts began to run through my head. My car is too small, I haven't vacuumed it in weeks (possibly months), am I a good enough driver? So I decided to call my friend who works at the Florence airport and ask about their courtesy van. As he said it was available and that I could use it, I sighed a deep sigh of relief. That was one less worry. So I called Mr. Matt and told him I could do it. If any of you have ever had the pleasure of speaking to Matt Robinson on the phone, you know that he has so much energy on the phone he can instantly put you in a good, enthusiastic mood! Made me start to wonder something.... What would he be like in person?..... So I went on in to work still nervous and excited and hungry (I was so excited I didn't eat my cereal). As noon crept closer and closer, my cubicle became smaller and smaller (not that it was that big to begin with, but you get the point..) I decided to leave early that way I could get to the airport and gather my thoughts and regain my composure. As I pulled up to the terminal, it all became much more real... I started to ask myself... Where are my smelling salts when I need them? I think I am coming down with a case of the vapors....

I decided to check the van out beforehand to make sure it was gassed up and clean (What would be more embarrassing than for the future Governor to sit on an old candy wrapper or step on an open bag of Doritos?) Ok.. Gas.. Check. Half full... Clean... Check.. Smell ok? Ug, not so much. The van smelled of a cross between a thrift store and a homeless man (How do I know how a homeless man smells?... No comment...) I panicked..What do I do? I don't have time to get the van detailed... And unless Andre's posse wanted to sit on each other's laps, my car was out of the question. So I did the next best thing. I ran to my car, almost tripped, saw a squirrel run up a tree, and then I grabbed my bottle of Curve cologne out of my car. I ran back to the van (squirrel looking at me as if I was a crazy man) and proceeded to frantically spray the inside of the van with my cologne. I stepped back for a second and then I got in the van to smell. As I took a big whiff I thought, hmm, not bad. Now it smells like me if I lived in a thrift store. Oh well, it will have to do...

I decided to wait in the lobby so I could see the plane as it landed. I felt like I was in a movie. I kept looking around for James Cameron to yell, ACTION! So I stood at attention by my chariot (aka smelly van) and waited in anticipation for Andre's plane to appear. What is that I see? A bird? No... A weather balloon? No... A hallucination? Possibly... But no... It's Andre's King Air landing. No single engine for this man.. He is flying in style in a King Air. One of the greatest turboprops ever. And then the icing on the cake... As the door lowered, a member of the airport staff ran over and placed... get this.... a red carpet down for Andre and his people to step down on. I literally died. I thought, wow. I am in the big time now! So as his staffers got out one by one, I waited. Andre was on the phone so he stayed on the plane a little longer. Which made the suspense even worse. I was tapping my foot so hard I thought it was going to fall off! As his staffers entered the van, I decided to go ahead and hop in the driver's seat and start the van. Still no Andre. After I turned the key in the ignition, I turned around and there he was, out of nowhere. Andre Bauer...

Everything after that was a blur. He shook my hand and off we went. Andre and his staff were busy bees during the ride to FMU. Between their texting, phone calls, and radio interviews, I was able to catch a glimpse of what life is like for a candidate. Especially a candidate as busy as Andre Bauer! We arrived at Francis Marion and Andre and his staff went inside. I parked my trusty courtesy van and went inside. As I was entering the building, who was at the front door? None other than the Mastermind himself... Matt Robinson. Now I have been dealing with Matt a lot recently since I have been volunteering for Andre's campaign and I must say, it was an honor to finally meet the man himself. He was as I expected. Smartly dressed, upbeat, and full of energy. Andre did his thing inside, shaking hands, talking to voters and giving the people the opportunity to see what a gentleman he is and what a solid and viable candidate he is. Before I knew it, it was over. Time to take them back to the airport...

As I pulled the van up to the massive King Air, I felt both relieved and exhilarated. Relieved because the whole thing went smooth without any snags, and exhilarated because, for the past two hours, I was a part of something much bigger than myself. Here I am, someone who lives an average life, works a regular 9-5 job, and drives a Hyundai, and yet for a brief moment, I was part of Andre's world. A world where time flies and every moment is filled with important decision making and even more important personal interactions. As Andre and his staff shook my hand and one by one got in the plane, I was not only smiling on the outside, but on the inside too. Why? Because I just had the opportunity to see, up close, the future of South Carolina. Andre Bauer is not only a great man.... He is me... He is you... He is..... South Carolina. Thank you Andre and Matt for giving me that experience and I, like so many other South Carolinians, will be standing proud on election night when Andre wins and becomes the next Governor of South Carolina. And not only will I be smiling, so will South Carolina, for she will have someone in charge who will protect her and work tirelessly to ensure she has a bright and prosperous future!