Sweetening the Medicine
Growing up in the south, my mom was part of a culture that had a handy recipe for getting medicine down her children's throats - honey. While experience has convinced me that there is no better way to convince voters to vote NO than knocking on doors and talking to them one-on-one, we keep seeking out other opportunities as well.
If you've ever been to a city-wide (and yes, I mean city-wide) garage sale in a rural Wisconsin town, you can understand the comparison to bees circling a hive. Bargain hunters who came to our garage sale on Saturday got more than the honey of a purchase. They found friendly sellers with a handshake and a message, and they left with leaflets and bumper stickers and buttons.
As each of the several hundred visitors stopped by to pay for their prized items, we introduced them to the actual wording of the ban -- which NONE of them professed to have seen before. More than half of them reported they didn't even know that anything like this was going to be on the ballot in November.
Almost all of them appeared grateful to receive the information - except for one gentleman, who said he didn't know anything about it and didn't want to know. Somehow I think all the honey in the world wouldn't be enough to get him to pay attention to a proposed change in our constitution that would, for the first time, take away rights from one group of citizens.