I’ve spent the past six months working for the Democrats on a daily basis.  And when I say daily, I mean seven-days a week, without more than one 3-day break in August to go to a friend’s wedding.  It’s been rough, especially because the pay worked out to less than minimum wage.  To add insult to injury, some of my co-workers (who were paid more than me) didn’t have to endure the same kind of labor as myself.  In particular, I had four jobs: to doorbell until my shoes filled with blood; to phone-bank until my ears went deaf, to recruit other poor-saps to join me at the oars; and to determine how private individuals planned to cast their ballot.

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