November 10, 2018:- Unless there is a stray Amherst ballot-box or two lurking in a broom-closet somewhere in Broward County, Florida, brim-full of Vickery votes, I am not going to become a Town Councillor.* Such is life.
I am grateful to the people who voted for me, and very grateful to those who put out yard signs and the few kind souls who contributed money. Many thanks to my dear wife, Meg, who endured yet another campaign, to our children for their words of encouragement, and to my stalwart and inspiring treasurer, Hope (now there’s an aptronym), who puts her all into holding open the Overton window.
It brings me deep joy to live life as a citizen of a self-governing republic of free people, with the right to speak my mind without fear of government goons showing up in the middle of the night to drag me off to the cells for a bit of re-education. It is different in many other countries, Daniel Ortega’s Nicaragua for one. Although from time to time in the US a few local officials and even the occasional president, may exhibit authoritarian tendencies, e.g. spying on members of Congress and jailing awkward dissidents, those are the exceptions to the rule. Because we continue to flout the express wishes of tho bien pensant celebs who tell us that we should emulate Venezuela, we do not have anything like the SEBIN.
All that is reason enough to be joyful. It even brings me joy that people voted against me because of what I said and how I voted in Amherst Town Meeting on the issues of impeachment and the enforcement of the Immigration and Nationality Act. This is how elections are supposed to work and will continue to work for so long as each and every one of us can choose not to live like the greengrocer in Vaclav Havel’s Power of the Powerless. Let’s hope it stays this way.
— Peter Vickery
* Obviously the sole cause of my defeat was Russian meddling, but I have no current plans to protest, stage a one-man riot, or demand that the Town’s lawyers investigate possible collusion between the victorious candidates and Vladimir Putin. My effort to initiate a Twitter campaign collapsed when I was unable to take a selfie showing “#NOT MY COUNCIL” written on my forehead; it kept coming out “LICNUOC YM TON#,” for which I blame the mirror. And have you noticed that the supporters of certain candidates are customers of Florence Savings Bank? Well I noticed and consider it very interesting that the bank’s initials, FSB, are exactly the same as those of the Federal’naya Sluzhba Besopasnosti, Putin’s secret intelligence service. Coincidence? I think not.