With the cancellation of the radio and TV promotional events earlier in the week Stacy McCain’s appearance at the Friday Morning Group became vitally important as the only promotional event before our day at Tang and that speech before a closed audience was only possible because the good folks in charge had graciously added Stacy to the program when I informed them he was here and adjusted the schedule to make sure both of us had speaking slots.
We had gotten home late from Harvard and stayed up to watch the utter destruction of the New England Patriots (much to DaWife’s consternation) the gap for getting a post up and getting sleep while still getting up on time for the Lexington event was tight.
Things initially looked good as we managed to get out of the driveway by just after 8:30 AM late enough to miss rush hour traffic but early enough to make the event with time to spare even with planned stops to fill up the tank and grabbing some coffee for Stacy but unexpected lines at Montouri’s fuel and Dunkin ate up some time and to my shock the backup from the Concord rotary, usually minor at best by 9 AM particularly on a Friday was backed up as if had been 8 AM on a Wednesday.
The delays took their toll and while we were at the building by 9:30 the parking being completely full meant that we walked though the door during the first presentation on the newly proposed increases in income taxes.
As I set up my stuff and pulled out the copies of my book that I didn’t have the previous month and set up I looked at the speaker list. I was up 6th scheduled to talk about what I had seen on the Boston common while Stacy was set up to follow. I found the various speakers engaging but I couldn’t help but worry that Stacy’s topic was outside the normal fiscal conservative wheelhouse of the audience of activists. Stacy being Stacy seemed unconcerned. He had spent the drive in discussing feminist theory and was busy in the zone both checking news stories and listening to speakers, given our experience at Harvard he was particularly interested in the presentation by the head of the Massachusetts College.
I must confess when my time came to speak my mind was still on Stacy’s speech to follow. While several people approached afterwards complementing me on the coverage of events on the common I thought it wasn’t as good as my previous speech the month before (I have no audio or video as Stacy still in the zone wasn’t filming).
As I wrapped up my speech, plugged Saturday’s event and finished taking question Stacy was already coming down the stairs (we were in the upper left corner of the room and took the stage and all my concerns were immediately found to be unwarranted.
Note the reaction when he mentioned the SPLC. When the speech was done he took questions:
and it was clear that the audience who were not acquainted with what is actually being taught in woman’s studies classes around the country, was enthralled. If Stacy had been Tom Jones he would have been buried in knickers.
When the event was over several people approached him to buy his book and he found himself approached by many to discuss his presentation further. One of those people was a person of color who had been on that Gazebo on the common. After posing for a picture with fellow evil white supremacist Robert Stacy McCain he agreed to an interview describing the danger he faced.
As Stacy Continued to smooze I grabbed interviews with the head of Camp Constitution Hal Shurtleff
The Head of Massachusetts College Republicans
and Carlos Gonzalez the GOP candidate in Ma-6
By the time I was done with the Interviews Stacy was nowhere to be found, I searched around and he had apparently found a cafeteria around the corner of the room we were in (the building is shared by several companies) and had stopped for a bite. Our friend Matt O’Brien of the Worcester Tea Party was stuck in a meeting and would not be avaialble to meet so we headed back to the house having to take a bit of a detour to avoid an accident on route 2.
When we got there both of us found our tiredness from the previous day catching up to so he napped briefly while I grabbed our dry cleaning for the big day. By 5 pm Stacy, my family and one of my son’s friends headed to Happy Jacks for a bite. The owner, who had been an advertisers on my radio show back in the day, remembered Stacy from the old Boarder Grille when he had held court with friends and admirers when last in town and picked up a pair of tickets for Saturday’s event.
If we hadn’t been inclined to nap before after that full meal we were ready to crash knowing that we had a big day ahead alas for myself because I’d been on the go with Stacy for days I didn’t have a chance to get the event outline done and submitted to the emcee. I had it done and out by 10 but discovered that there was a question concerning the projector or the supposed lack thereof for the event but by then I found I simply needed to crash myself.
At 2 AM I found myself up and saw Stacy working on his presentation. I mentioned the projected business and he remarked that as he recalled the Granite Grok crew had it covered but as there had also been some issues concerning who would be making it we decided that plan B would be a 39 inch flat screen for gaming. I hit the sack again but was up a 3 and found Stacy still typing away preparing his slides completely in the zone. At this point there was nothing left for me to do but to try and get some sleep because regardless of any questions about what tomorrow or rather later that day would bring, events themselves would answer them.