I realize that I am—deep in my soul—a political animal, of sorts. I love playing the 3-D chess game that the political circus is.
And yet, there’s a part of me that wishes everyone would just be upfront about their goals and their intentions. Here in Nebraska, we’ve had a level of success in our efforts to get “liberty Republican” delegates to our county conventions. Enough success that people who I didn’t really think had any clue who I was (and truth be told, I kind of liked it that way), have started calling me as we approach the T-3 week period before our state convention. Some want to know who our “group” might support for a particular party office; some want to know what our intentions are going into the future; some are just trying to figure out who in the heck we are.
Trying to develop strategy and tactics as we approach the state convention is like trying to hit a moving target—or keep your feet under you on a ship sailing through gale force winds. Every time we think we might have a plan in place, some new conversation adds a new wrinkle, or a new way of thinking about a challenge.
I’ll be glad when we get our conventions done. We’ve got enough people going from the county conventions that we could have a respectable showing (although probably not as dominating as some of the establishment folks seem to think we’ll have).
But the jockeying for position sometimes seems far less academic than Spock’s 3-D chess, and much more like Harry Potter’s Wizard Chess.
We’re just trying to avoid getting blown up.