After the 2020 election, the importance of state and local elections hit me like a ton of bricks. Realizing my immersion in global and national politics wasn’t getting us any closer to world peace, I put my foot down on myself and ran for Marblehead School Committee.
It wasn’t just bad-drag drag queen story hour. I mean, who could object to that? It was that under Wendy Weingarten’s and Dr. Fauci’s follow-the-science tutelage, our students are trending at least a decade behind in reading and math. Everyone knows reading is stupid, and math is racist; it’s all about social engineering, Babeee!
I was pumped. I created a slogan – “Let Me Be Your Voice,” a website, and designed signs and cards. I launched a Facebook page and joined a few of the town pages. That’s when the fun started. One of the woke wankers discovered I was in Washington participating in our nation’s first Insurrection Day. The mob piled on. Who knew I was a white supremacist, a transphobe, and (let us not forget) a racist? Stand-up members of the Party of the Open Mind, alrighty. MOH-RONS, the whole lot.
Although I had some fun bantering with these fools, they were not willing to leave the comfort and security of their echo chamber and get to know me. Early on, I garnered the support of some of the townie politicos; I was their only hope against the woke candidate with (unsurprisingly) two trans kids. Now that I carried the stench of J6, the RINO posse needed a DeSantis to replace my Trump. Truth be told, I was happy to step aside for the candidate they put up. I would have been a spoiler.
The cards are stashed in my sock drawer, and the signs are stacked in the attic, awaiting my next run, which will never happen. I have no regrets, though. What I learned about the idiocy of the keyboard warriors and the cliquishness of the town Republicans – the hair-flipping girls and the class movers and shakers who sit at the cool kids’ table, was enlightening, though hurtful. I learned small-town politics is not for me and moved on to campaign for Bob May. If you don’t fit in somewhere, don’t give up. Just move on. You’ll find your place.
March 2023
by Laura Tamagno
Massachusetts First 
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