Apologies in advance to Tucson City Council candidates Nina Trasoff, Karin Uhlich and Richard Frimbres, but they all lost my vote Sunday afternoon.

Pile o' crap-o-ganda/Ryn Gargulinski

Pile o' crap-o-ganda/Ryn Gargulinski

That’s really a shame, as I was poised to vote for at least one of them, possibly more.

I’ve interviewed Karin Uhlich in the past and found her hardworking, caring and, unlike some windbags that end up in various elected positions across the country, a real person.

But the trio did the unthinkable, something I cannot easily forgive.

They interrupted my Sunday afternoon nap.

No, all three did not come banging at my bedroom door, but an unidentified man rang the doorbell before leaving a pile of crappy propaganda material on my doormat.

Sticker from Miller's Surplus/Ryn Gargulinski

Sticker from Miller's Surplus/Ryn Gargulinski

Never mind that Sunday is a day of rest, relaxation and escape from the garbage of the weekly world.

Also never mind my front door is outfitted with three signs that say “Go Away,” “No Soliciting,” and “Trespassers Will Be Shot.” Two of the signs have skulls on them. One is even translated into Spanish, just in case.

Election propaganda, or lack thereof, has been a deciding factor in my votes for quite some time.

Folks who leave me alone and let me decide my vote by my own research or flip of the coin are going to be higher on my list than those who send minions to ring the doorbell, send the dogs into a frenzy then shove crap-o-ganda on my doorstep.

Unwanted home visits – especially on my sacred Sunday afternoon – are the lowest form of propaganda annoyances, although they have prime competition with the throng of pre-election day phone calls.

Sign and photo by Ryn Gargulinski

Sign and photo by Ryn Gargulinski

A cheery woman who mispronounced my name recently telephoned, asking if I could please vote for the school propositions numbered 401 through 404. I may have – until she called.

We are also bombarded with the pre-recorded phone calls, as if listening to a monotone spiel is supposed to make us feel warm and fuzzy or send us into an obsession for voting for that monotone voice.

The final nail in the propaganda coffin are those campaign workers who lurk the designated distance from the voting facilities, trying to smash a last-minute brochure into your hands.

Are that many folks still so clueless even as they are walking towards the voting booth? Will handing them a flier really make a difference?

Sign and photo by Ryn Gargulinski

Sign and photo by Ryn Gargulinski

My propaganda theory is if candidates are so annoying before they even secure the elected position, they will only be 200 times more annoying once they get some power.

Perhaps my anti-propaganda voting method is childish and rash. Maybe even stupid. But so is invading our homes, telephones and doorsteps with those crappy fliers. Those fliers are so crappy they don’t even leave enough white space to use them as grocery lists or tattoo sketches.

Besides, I’m allowed to be childish and rash. I’m still cranky from my interrupted nap.


wb-logolilWhat do you think?

Do you welcome pamphlets being shoved in your hands and doorsteps?

Will you sway your vote in someone’s favor if they automate your phone number with a pre-recorded phone call?