I will go door to door again today, gathering nomination signatures to obtain placement on the ballot as a Republican candidate for the Wisconsin Assembly in District 79.
I need at least 200 signatures authenticated by the Wisconsin Election Commission.
The deadline is 5pm on Monday, June 1 for the November 3 election.
Before May 31, eleven days from now, I will mail checks totaling $4,101.70 to the City of Madison for one-fourth of the property taxes I pay in one year on two properties which lie within District 79.
I will borrow the money.
I will pay interest on what I borrow.
I borrow with confidence I will be able to repay what I borrow because my youngest sister died on December 16, 2025, one day after her seventy-first birthday and I am entitled to a portion of her estate by terms of her Last Will and Testament.
I will use inheritance from the death of my beloved sister to pay what the City of Madison and other taxing jurisdictions require in order to live in this place, in Wisconsin Assembly District 79.
Am I serious about being a candidate?
Am I serious about being out there on the street and being told because I am running as a Republican the people in one house after another turn away, shake their heads if they answer the door and will not sign my nomination papers in a Democratic neighborhood?
Will not sign even though their signature represents no commitment, no vote, no obligation to do anything but allow someone to be part of the election process they say is so important in a Democracy?
Am I serious?
You bet I am.
At every door I am polite. At every door where I am told Republicans are privileged, or racist or bigots or prejudice or ruining the country, I smile and I thank them for their time and walk away thinking about what I can do to prove them wrong.
If they stand behind a door they refused to open without knowing anything about me and judge me by a single word spoken or printed on a piece of paper, then the glass in that door becomes a mirror and everything they say in judgment of me, a perfect stranger, becomes a reflection of themselves.