My Journey to the Center of America’s Political Spam Text Hell

Sometimes I’m driving, or making dinner, or trying to focus on my work, and another three messages arrive. Barack Obama NEEDS me. There’s a critical deadline approaching. A generous donor has offered an 800 percent match. Everything is at stake.

As I was writing that last paragraph, I got a message from Angus, a cat belonging to Sam Forstag, a Democratic congressional candidate in Montana. Angus needed me to know that Sam was out there working to flip Montana’s First Congressional District, taking on his Republican opponent and the wealthy special interests backing him.

I’m not sure what Angus expected me to do about it.