Dear Governor Frackenlooper,
I come by my Democratic credentials much like USAA insurance. My father was a +50 year member of the IBEW; my senior speech in high school was on provision 14(b) of the Taft Hartley Act. A trip to the Ludlow Massacre site was a nice family drive on a Sunday afternoon. I have been steeped, like a teabag, in a soup of labor law and collective bargaining jargon. “Kellogg, Brown and Root” plus “Halliburton” were dinner topics in our household growing up.
It pains me, then, to have to leave the only political party which I have held in high esteem, a party that has been ready to protect the worker and our rights to a decent, living wage and the principles of due process.
I have regularly sent checks to the Colorado Democratic State House and Senate campaign funds, the national funds, President Obama, John Kerry, Bill Clinton and even Michael Dukakis. Jimmy Carter will always be my personal hero.
I have been a committed member of the teachers’ union for more than 30 years, carried a picket sign in the 1976 teachers’ strike, been a precinct committee person, a canvasser, a poll watcher and an election judge.
The Democratic Party cannot count on me from now on. I will be a spoiler, a Ralph Nader – ready to split the vote from here on out. You, Governor, give me no choice. You and your friends, former Governor Ritter, Senator Bennet, and Phillip Anschutz, among others, have chosen to support the Oil and Gas lobby against the citizens of the state of Colorado. You are no better than Governor Elias M. Ammons, calling in the National Guard against defenseless miners at Ludlow in 1914. You have formed an unholy alliance against the people of Colorado; you have chosen money over the public good. You need to be recalled!!
Once a geologist, always a geologist!
Elaine M. (Earnest) Doudna
P.S. If you think that my salutation is disrespectful, please consider your threat to sue municipalities that ban fracking as insulting ! We are just shaking in our shoes.. OOoooo!!! I just feel like Daddy has taken us to the wood shed for a good whoopin’.