Amy Lu's View

This is my Amy Klobochar campaign t-shirt that recently came in the mail.

This shirt may strike you as a little sad. It is, as Amy’s campaign is now over (I knew it was very likely to end by the time I recieved it so I’m a little bummed but not surprised).

This shirt may strike you as a little creepy. It is, even though or perhaps because, it’s from one (several? I didn’t follow that closely) of Amy’s speeches. (I’m going to just acknowledge the obvious jokes about “knowing” in the Biblical sense and move on).

But I really wanted this shirt, because, well my name is Amy. And how often am I going to see my name on a presidential campaign shirt?

I tend not to use blogging or social media to share my political opinions, not because I don’t have them, but I realize I don’t have anything too insightful to add to the conversation. I certainly would have been happy to vote for Amy Klobuchar, and I thought she might hang in the campaign until Super Tuesday so that people could vote for her in her home state, but I didn’t think it was very likely she would win the democratic nomination.

For the record, as Amy dropped out before Super Tuesday and Minnesotat’s Primary (and my birthday!) I happily voted for Elizabeth Warren. I’m not thrilled with Joe or Bernie but would choose Joe over Bernie, but I’ll vote for whoever gets the Democratic nomination over Trump. I would vote for Marianne Williamson or a lampshade (just to name a few people/things) over Trump.

I don’t want to think too much about the presidential election or predict how that will go, but whatever happens, I have an “Amy Knows Me” shirt. I did agonize over if I should get a shirt with that slogan or the more straightforward “Amy for America” shirt, but I suspect “Amy Knows Me” will be even stranger and funnier years from now when everyone has forgotten about Amy Klobuchar’s presidential campaign. Either shirt suggests that I weirdly refer to myself in the third person ala Bob Dole.

And it reminds me of how my mom used to say “I don’t know about you” when she really meant “You are clearly acting in a crazy-ass fashion right now and I can’t begin to predict what stupid-ass thing you might do.”

I don’t know about you, America.