| It's been pretty fun watching the Tedisco campaign (and the NRCC for that matter) try to get all twitteriffically technologized in his quest to represent a district in which he can't even vote for himself. Remember back when the Tedisco campaign thought it would be awesome to just take every tweet tagged #ny20 and dump it directly to their campaign's front page? How about when they found a reference to Tedisco on a blog and cited it as an endorsement even though it was just one of their own press releases that the site had published. Last night, after weeks of pretty much nothing from the Tedisco campaign's twitter feed, it erupted with a dozen or so tweets featuring poorly lit iPhone photos of Jim at Wal-Mart and such in the middle of the night when, ya know, not all that many folks are, um, twittering. Good times.
Today we learn that the Tedisco campaign is using SMS text messaging to help turn out the vote. A smart strategy that almost all campaigns use now. The problem is, as the kids say, he's doing it wrong.
Text message to wrong district
Democratic candidate Scott Murphy got an unexpected volunteer today, in the form of woman fuming about a text message she received this morning from Republican challenger Jim Tedisco's camp.
Niskayuna resident Clara Mehserle says she received a text message on her cell phone this morning that said: "Jim Tedisco needs your vote! Polls open until 9 p.m. YOUR VOTE MATTERS. Paid for by Tedisco for Congress."
One large problem: Mehserle doesn't live in the 20th Congressional district. She's a registered Democrat. And she thinks she'll have to pay for the message because it came from a phone system outside her Verizon network.
As a result, the substitute teacher said she called Murphy's headquarters in Clifton Park to volunteer going door to door today. She said she called Tedisco's headquarters and left a message about her complaint.
"I'm so ticked off by it," Mehserle said. "Why are they targeting Schenectady County residents?"
FAIL.
On the web: Phone bank for Scott Murphy this afternoon. |
