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I'm not even sure I'm spelling his name right

I just got a phone call.

It was from someone saying, "I'm Joe, calling from the campaign of Tom Tancredo for president."

I live in Iowa.

Our caucus, the first in the nation, is only 37 days away.

We've been bombarded with presidential campaign mailings and phone calls for months and months.

But my only response, when he said, "I'm Joe, calling from the campaign of Tom Tancredo for president" was:

WHO?

*** EDITED to note: He's a republican candidate and he's polling in dead last place. I feel just slightly less clueless. And slightly more justified in saying he's running one very pathetic campaign.

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Anonymous said…
I saw Mr. Tancrado on the debate tonight. I didn't even know he was running. He wants to build a really tall, thick, and long fence to keep the Mexicans out. Was Joe surprised that you didn't know his boss?
Chilly Dog
7:06 PM
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