Dr. Brannon...like you'll ever see this, given the state of modern American politics...even with one as wonderfully apolitical as you are..or at least have been. If I had any money, I'd send you money, even if it were only that five measly dollars for which you're asking and which you're assuming that every North Carolinian has...after all, it's just five measly dollars. It's nothing! Five dollars used to be something, Doctor. I remember when $5 bought me five lunch specials at Jack's Steak House through my senior year in high school. I remember when five dollars filled up my push button transmission Dodge Dart station wagon and fueled me for a week. I remember when $5 was considered a BIG tip when I was serving food and beverage in a 'high dollar' restaurant, working through college. I remember when $5 would buy two cartons of North Carolina grown, manufactured and marketed cigarettes AND a meal at North Carolina start-up Hardee's. 
I remember when $5 would buy a fine, freshly carved filet mignon at Burlington's finest, fancy-pants steak house. And portraying a time that I myself cannot remember, I remember an episode of The Waltons, late in the series, where John contracted his service as a hunting guide for some rich Yankee for a new, crisp five dollar bill. That evening, he sat the family down in a semi-circle and slowly panned that bill in front of everybody. The looks of wonder, amazement and awe on every face, from little Elizabeth to Gramma Esther, looking upon Honest Abe's countenance on the face of that piece of currency might, might, MIGHT be achieved in the modern day with a Madison, but Lincoln doesn't do it anymore...
....unless you have a whole LOT of Abes. Which I don't. I have one in my pocket, along with a couple of quarters and a penny....talk about a Lincoln that buys NOTHING anymore! As much as I support you in this race, I'm not giving you either of them. I'm hoping to hang on to them to put with a few more this first Friday of 2014, when I get my part time pay to give to my grocer, my gasoline purveyor, the landlady, Ma Bell, the electric co-op....
I will vote for you. I'll talk you up wherever and whenever possible, like at the round table of ''The Meeting of the Mayors Pro Tem'. I'll promote you in my blog. I'll pen and perform in radio and television spots for you. You see, Doc, I AM the face and voice of North Carolina and what has become of it due to the policies and practices of the baseborn bolshevik buffoon and his fellow travelers Harry Reed, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., and Kay Hagan, and the many, including Abraham Lincoln, who preceded them, making them possible.
I know that presently you can't presume a race with Kay, as your present predicament is winning the primary election against Tillis, or whichever professional party political hack the establishment Raleigh Repulsicans anoint and throw at you and us.
Of course, that raises the eternal question that should be asked of any office seeker, especially during his or her first time trying.... "Doctor Brannon, if elected on your platform of conservative individualism, what assurances do we have that you're not just going to become another pusillanimous, prevaricating, promise breaking, professional political party putz, like Nurse Ellmers seems to be doing and as most every politician, including Honest Abe, has done over the course the past two centuries?"
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