For once I forgot to turn off the phone, and at 8 am stupid DNC called me in a cheerful voice from the East Coast to ask how many new seats did I think Democrats needed to pick up. The complete lack of understanding that the Midwest has a time difference and that people shouldn’t be woken up at an ungodly hour made me hate them with (an even greater) passion.
I feel like part of a despised heartland we hear so much about.
