No such thing as a free lunch.

I've been employed in Broomfield, working for Level 3 Communications, for 12 years.  Providing patronage to the local eateries in Broomfield is easily one of the benefits I enjoy about the location of my employment.  Today, a fellow coworker and I visited Kyoto Teriyaki at the intersection of Main & 120th Avenue.  They provide tasty fixings, therefore we are frequent customers.  We arrived in my campaign truck.  It seems that, for someone in the adjacent strip mall, my patronage is only welcome when I don't exercise my right to free speech.  I received this voice message in response to my attendance.  This couldn't have anything to do with the fact that two of the units in the strip mall are occupied by the Broomfield County Democrats and the National Democrat Party?  You stay classy Broomfield!


Mr. Lyman goes to a convention.

On March 24, 2012 I attended the Boulder County Republican convention in Longmont, Colorado.  This was to be my second venture into active politics, after the neighborhood caucus meeting on February 7, 2012.  My goal was to become a state delegate for Ron Paul.  Hindsight being 20/20 I should have debuted years earlier, but my occupation can be quite time intensive and everyone knows that procrastination pays off now instead of later.  In the course of the convention it was made known that a number of elections were being uncontested by Republicans, and subsequently Democrats were more or less only competing against each other.  I’ve always been annoyed with political choice being limited to only two major parties (not to marginalize Libertarians, I love seeing them on the ballot, but the system is obviously stacked in favor of a two party structure); being limited to only one major party choice on a ballot is exponentially annoying.

When the county chairman announced the vacancies I was invited by one of my precinct members to fill the vacancy for State Representative in HD (House District) 12, but I laughed it off, I was convinced that someone would stand-up and fill the void, but no one did.  By the time we separated into house districts I was becoming anxious about the vacancy, they said the vacancy would go to a committee to decide the nominee if no one volunteered.  I didn’t like that idea.  It must have shown on my face because when they invited, for the last time, nominations to fill HD 12, a fellow convention attendee turned to me and asked if I wanted to be nominated.  Now I don’t profess to be providentially privileged, but I pay attention to coincidence.  Two identical invitations from two different strangers were more than I could ignore and I said, “Yes”.  As they say, the rest is history.