fandomhigh | Political Campaigning (Thursday, April 6, 4th period)

"You've been watching political ads and have spent a few months learning about your candidates. Today we talk about going negative." He gave them a smirk. "Or, as I prefer to think about it--the hard positive. You're not necessarily telling the voters that your opponent hates his mother and kicks puppies in his spare time--though if he does and you've got tape of it, for the love of God, use it--you're just telling them things about him that he'd rather you not mention."

He clasped his hands together. "Going negative can include everything from bad votes to extramarital affairs. And the voters say that they hate that kind of thing." He raised an eyebrow. "Polling data indicates otherwise. Eventually, yeah, your numbers will take a hit because you're being mean or whatever. But in the short term it does some serious damage to your opponent."

He walked around the room. "So the question becomes when do you go negative? Do you wait for them to start it, then strike back? Do you wait for them to start it and then have a press conference deploring their lack of propriety and whatever?"

He waved his hands at the class. "Or will you be one of those campaigns that never goes negative and then gets its ass kicked? Discuss."

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Angel signed in, looking very broody and tired.

He also looked like he had wee tiny bunnies clinging to the bottoms of his pant legs.

there was a reason for that (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memadd.bml?journal=notstakedyet&itemid=58068).

Josh blinked. And blinked again. Then grinned.

"Glad to see you've made some friends," he said, pointing.

"You know," Angel said, as he took a seat, "I just want to know who taught them to hug."

A few of the bunnies tried to climb higher so that they could hug his knees.

"I had lemurs in my office doing the Hustle yesterday," Josh said. "I've stopped asking questions."

Angel looked down at the wee tiny bunnies.

They looked back, twitching their wee tiny noses.

"Yeah, I don't want to know if these guys can dance."

"Bet they know the Bunny Hop," Josh replied with a grin.

As if on cue, three of the bunnies scampered up Angel's pant leg, got on his desk, and did a wee little Bunny Hop.

"Okay that's adorably disturbing," Angel said.

"It really, really is," Josh agreed, staring.

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Rory signed in, full of omgwoe...until she spotted Angel and the bunnies.

Then she cracked a real, bright smile for the first time in days.

Logan signed in, still looking a little pale from his bout of flu yesterday.

Angel gave him a little wave. "How you feeling?"

Logan stared at Angel. "Thought I was better. Are there actually tiny bunnies stuck to you?"

"I'm having a very long day," Angel said, by way of reply. "Want one?"

Parker signed in. And started laughing as soon as she saw Angel.

Angel promptly deposited a wee tiny bunny on her shoulder.

"Awwwwwwwww. Thank you!" Because if there's one thing that will make Parker aww, it's bunnies. "Hi, little guy!" She petted the ears and he hugged her finger.

Angel grinned. "You could call it E, since it's too wee to be Esme."

"I think Esme needs a pet. E? Would you like to live with me and a much bigger bunny? I can promise you gigantic carrots."

E started to Irish step-dance, kicking high. "You're sure you don't want him?"

Angel watched this critically. "He's got excellent form. Look how he's keeping his front paws down."

"He's very talented. And much less scary than Michael Flatley." Parker cocked her head as E high-stepped over to the edge of the desk, and waved to his buddies. Who waved back, then did a little kick-line. "Ooo!"

[back later tonight for more dancing bunnies. heh.]

"Wait, wait," Angel said, starting to get into it now. He quickly sketched something on a piece of paper, then carefully tore it out.

He then put two pieces of paper on Parker's desk in a crosswise fashion. On the paper was pictures of wee tiny swords.

E paused, took this in, then started doing wee tiny dance steps in the spaces around the swords.

"He's pretty good!" Angel said.

[ooc: NP. Will be at dance class b/t 6-10pm Eastern, appropriately enough. But back on after.]

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Alanna signed in and Faithful almost instantly jumped out of her bag. "Bunnies!"

Callisto signed in. "Heh, bunnies."

Elizabeth signed in and giggled slightly at the bunnies.