This isn’t the first time this has happened either. Luke Garrott’s campaign added me to his email list a few years ago under the same circumstances. Jackie Biskupski did the same thing to me last month. I’ve never lived within the city limits of Salt Lake City, never supported their campaigns, never had any communication with either of them until their unsolicited campaign email hit my inbox.
You’d think it would be common sense (not to mention common decency) to only send campaign email to people who asked for it. You’re going to annoy people who didn’t sign up for it, end up being reported to spam filters (Google is pretty good at killing that kind of thing), and maybe end up earning the ire of a blogger with the time to wonder if you went to the Mark Towner School of Political Spamming. That increased name recognition comes with the baggage of negative associations.—Utah Politico Hub
In March, Kelvin and the other patinetos (who asked that I not use their last names) left San Salvador in the dead of night, and skated three hundred and fifty miles through Guatemala to the border town of Tecún Umán. That was the easy part. It's fifteen hundred miles across Mexico, much of it past growing ranks of Mexican immigration security agents, kidnappers and extortionists. And then there's the business of actually crossing into the US — where armed Border Patrol, infrared cameras, and electric fences make it one of the world's most militarized borders.
The patinetos have discovered an unlikely advantage, though: attention-grabbing ollies and kick flips can be a form of camouflage. Officials tend to have certain qualities in mind when looking for migrants: poor, haggard and lost. The skaters, with their devil-may-care swagger, often coast by authorities without prompting a second glance. "Skating has served us well crossing Mexico," says Rene. "It's a new way to migrate."—Rolling Stone