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Memo From the National Desk: Tales of Fear and Loathing in the Commonwealth

Posted on | April 12, 2026 | No Comments

Filet-O-Fish combo and a deadline

LOUISA, Virginia — It was a lovely 150-mile drive to get here for today’s “VOTE NO” rally at the Louisa County Courthouse. A sunny spring day, with the trees turning green, and the picturesque scenery of central Virginia, adorned with signs that the Old Dominion ain’t dead yet.

The courthouse crowd was friendly, and my biggest problem today was that my deadline for the American Spectator was 6 p.m., which meant that when the rally ended at 4, I had to race over here to the McDonald’s, set up the National Desk in the corner booth and get to work. Cranking out 1,000 words in two hours? Yeah, I used to do that routinely during the years when I was a roving campaign correspondent, but I was younger then, and the deadline rush is more challenging now that I’m a gray-bearded senior citizen. That Filet-O-Fish combo cost $10.34, if any of y’all are thinking of hitting the tip jar, as I certainly hope you do.

Some of y’all remember how wild it was back in the days of the Tea Party, when I raced all over upstate New York in a rented Nissan covering the special election campaign that ended the political career of Dede Scozzafava, then turned right around to cover Scott Brown’s campaign to win Ted Kennedy’s Senate seat in Massachusetts. For the final week of the 2010 midterm campaign, I drove all the way to Boca Raton, Florida, where I spent election night at Allen West’s victory party. There were a lot of victory parties that night — “The Republican Mandate,” I called it, after Ann Marie Buerkle was finally declared the winner in a New York district where she was outspent 5-to-1 by the Democrat incumbent she beat.

There’s a reason I don’t believe in quitting, because I have seen miracles with my own eyes. If you believe you can win, confidence is contagious, and a real grassroots effort can overcome even the most formidable odds. Such are the odds facing Republicans in this Virginia referendum battle, where the GOP has been outspent at least 3-to-1 by the big-money Democrats (including, of course, George Soros). The key point is that this is a special election with nothing else on the ballot except this godawful gerrymander, and polls indicate that at least 25% of Democrats don’t want to vote for Spanberger’s Monster, as we might call it. If Republicans can get any kind of grassroots energy going, they can deliver a punch in the nose that will make Democrats regret they ever tried to inflict this scheme on the Commonwealth. There are some hopeful signs.

People here are offended by what Spanberger and the Democrats are trying to do to them. This county would be shoved into a district that looks like a bad sketch of a lobster, the tail reaching all the way up to the Potomac River more than 100 miles away. All we can do is hope that their indignation is sufficient to inspire an overwhelming turnout that overwhelms the foreign scum currently occupying Northern Virginia.

Anyway, that’s getting ahead of the game. My column in the American Spectator should be online around midnight, and I’ve still got a two-and-half hour drive to get back home. Maybe you could cover that $10.34 Filet-O-Fish combo, or $4 for a gallon of gas, but as always I remind you that the Five Most Important Words in the English Language are still:

HIT THE FREAKING TIP JAR!



 

Category: Economics, Fear. Loathing., Shoe Leather Fund, Virginia

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