Earlier today I told you how it was still a difficult decision. It was. I stared at that screen for five minutes. In the end, I voted for Rudy Giuliani. It’s not that I think Rudy is the best candidate. Clearly I don’t. I like them all equally, which is to say not a whole heck of alot. (Although any of them are preferable to anything the Democrats have to offer.)
So here is why I voted for Rudy: to thumb my nose at Iowa, New Hampshire, and South Carolina.
I don’t like the way this primary season has shaped up. There has to be a better way. That is where Rudy comes in.
Pundits have been talking about the strategy of waiting until Florida and Super Tuesday, calling the concept all kinds of things – none of them positive. By focusing the money on the bigger prizes – from staffing and organization to media – Giuliani is swinging for the fences. Yes, he could go down swinging; but he could also hit the biggest home run since Babe Ruth.
A Giuliani win would turn the primary world upside down. It would be like the introduction of the West Coast offense, the shot clock, and the designated hitter. The rules of the game would be changed forever.
In 2012, candidates can follow the same strategy. Skipping Iowa and New Hampshire for the bigger prizes. Depending on the calendar, you could see regionalization — a southern candidate focusing all his energy on the southern states, for example. Or you could see a focus on only the big states.
I don’t yet think the pundits have realized the potential impact of a Giuliani win here and next week. This is probably because all the polls they look at say it’s not gonna happen.
It may not. But since everything else, to me, was really equal — this seems to be as good a reason as any to pick a candidate.
As a side note, I voted against Amendment 1. I don’t own a home, but will some day (hopefully) soon. When I do, I want more than the paltry effort the legislature as set before us. It’s time for our state and local governments to grow a backbone and provide real tax relief. This watered-down, sound-bite stuff just ain’t gonna cut it.