'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CAUCUS...

So yes, it's been a crazy road out here - so crazy I haven't been able to blog.

What I've learned from Iowa? It gets really cold out here in the winter. It really is quite straight and flat. Council Bluffs has casinos. Sioux City has really inappropriate restaurant names. Ft. Dodge has no streetlights. Iowa City is quite nice. Newton is a nice little town. Ames is spread apart. Waterloo is, too. Des Moines is turning into a really nice city.

Will Hillary win? Not entirely sure. She will, however, do well here, and we had a lot to do with that. From one end of the state to the other, we've washed it in green and the candidate herself is rarely seen without her AFSCME scarf.

Will we be proud when we leave, no matter the outcome? Hell yes. We did an incredible amount in a small amount of time. And we have much to be proud of.

In the meantime, here is the poem we slaved over last evening. For posterity's sake:

Twas the night before caucus and all thru the hall,
Not a green shirt was fresh, not a one a size small.

When out of Danny's office rose up such a clatter,
"What on God's green earth does Jessica want me to call that Jackass fer?"

The emails were plenty, not even one shit sandwich -
All the regional staff were coming up with ways to steal the jackets.

Just a day to go, with no one knowing the score,
Who could believe we only started this journey two months before?

Despite the time passing, even as the ground froze,
None of us can remove that septic tank odor at HQ from our nose.

Sheri and Amy securing the Mississippi,
Warning all the folks in Illinois to kiss our green bippies.

Raela busy defending the southwest corner,
While Lori was busy persuading the arsenal guy while taking cover.

Carter taking on the peaceknicks in Iowa City,
Baking cookies north in the doughnut was Jimmy.

Blaine and Lil' Debbie took on Waterloo,
John pimpin' Newton and kickin' ass too.

While the staff packed up lit we can't use in states hereafter,
The Field Marshall from Polk tried to take down the High Plains Commander.

Back in the War Room, the staff was crazed -
"What the hell time is it and what the hell day?!"

Seth rounding up all of Hillary's labor, Marcia kicked ass finding members in our favor.

Andrew editing letters, Albert is McGuyver, Cassandra keeps track of the Hillary haters to run over with a Chrysler.

Jeanette hunched over a staff list, Gerry the weather god,
Larry on the phone and Linda in the Pod.

Sean eating paper, Michele running out of gas too soon,
Jillian regressed to a Monkey while Ann quotes "Cocoon".

With one night to go, time's running out,
Across the plains, we clearly hear McEntee shout:

"On green shirt, on jackets, on scarves and the vests,
On Region one through ten, let's show 'em Hillary's the best!

No sleep for the weary, no rest for the strong,
Let's bring our lady home and bring on the green storm.

We'll bring Hillary to victory with a cheer- and let all the male candidates cry in their beers.

Our members deserve better, it's their livlihoods we shield,
Leave no doubt, leave it all on the field.

It's the fight of our lives, aim no less than victory,
Tomorrow night, together we'll write history!"

Braced for the fight, we'll show them just how Green rolls -
One night to Caucus, AFSCME: WE GO!