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I’ve had an amazing run these past two and a half years. After spending my entire adult life building a life of public service and political experience, I had an epiphany when I opted to leave an RNC paid position in 2016 so I could exclusively campaign for Donald Trump.
Quite frankly, my wife, mother of my two daughters who were 2 and 3 years old at the time, thought I was off my rocker. This was August of ‘16 and no one in PA would go all in on Trump; only a few daring souls like Jack Posobiec and I went broke going for the miracle. I can still recall Jack getting almost no sleep, working odd hours at the pizza shop just to live while he campaigned nonstop. We were everywhere, and we were nowhere: we walked between the rain drops of the RNC/State GOP ops and threaded in our own. Trump or bust...Toomey was an afterthought, already positioning against the grain.
And, spoiler alert, we won! PA was the real clincher, but the networks were holding up the call because my old home county had machine count issues. So I drove back to Lebanon county and screamed at my good friends at the Courthouse to call in the margin for the networks. It was chaotic, it was euphoric; but with 4 Trump campaign attorneys screaming at us on the phone about the finalizing the result, it was enough to make me feel like I was back on my first presidential in ‘04.
I have no regrets. I have spent 22 years honing a craft as a labor of love, and more before that studying Political Science & Political Economics in college. I started my political run as a 13 yr old passing out Borough Council lit for my mom. Years later, I worked in the District Office of the State Representative she went on to replace when he retired. I ran her campaign...and I was proud, hyped and hooked.
From there I ran my first congressional opposition research team in 2002 in the old 17th District in PA. Next, I was a field operative for the PA House Republican Campaign Committee for two years. Running 6 winning campaigns and losing one Hail Mary. I went on to serve as a policy & legislative analyst for the PA House. I drafted legislation and amendments, caucused bills and ran committee meetings. I learned it from the ground floor, and I learned it all.
After 7 years, we were blessed with a Republican Governor and I left to serve as an executive appointee. My role quickly grew, thanks to an incredible Cabinet Secretary at my agency, and within two years I was promoted to Director of Operations for this statewide agency. 5k employees and about a $270 million dollar budget. I lived it, I ate it and I was on a conference call from the hospital recovery room with my firstborn daughter in my arms because there was an error in an Oil & Gas deal we were negotiating. But executive service is one shadowed by the specter of impermanence. And sure enough, for the first time in PA history, an incumbent Governor was beat. My dream job was over, for the time being.
Next journey brought me back to the familiar grounds of running state races. I took over field operations for the PA Senate Republican Campaign Committee. I must’ve driven over every inch of this state back then. My wife even postponed a c-section birth for 24 hours so I could finish a senate race I was managing in York, PA. For only the second time in my career, I felt the sting of defeat. Exhausted, disappointed, I traveled back to Harrisburg to witness the birth of my second daughter. All the sadness dissipated into joy, unbridled emotion and...anxiety. I lost the race that was supposed to catapult me in as Chief of Staff for that senate seat. I had two kids under 18 months old and no sure thing.
I spent a year working as a consultant, handling mainly infrastructure deals and capital project requests. It was a good experience in learning the ropes of State Street, but when the Trump phenomenon came calling in summer ‘16, I was on that train like a yodeling hobo of the days yonder. Fast forward to Trump winning and the aftermath...I began an utterly unfathomable venture into Twitter and Periscope to keep people informed during the Jill Stein recounts. There was so much fear and misinformation at that time, I felt compelled to provide daily updates from our legal teams in PA, MI and WI. Somehow, someway, I never stopped. I just couldn’t bear the thought of hard working men and women coming home at night being gaslit and lied to with worst case scenarios.
I met these people, I traveled the country meeting them, and conversing online daily. I had a sacred trust with them that I would do my level best to be right, not first. Accurate, not salacious. Turns out, that’s a bad business model in this line of “work.” Content should always be king, and conspiracies will always be wayward rockets of misinformation; you just hope no one gets hurt or killed because of it. I stand adamantly, sometimes militantly, against those who trade in the currency of deceit. I’m not built that way. I’ve been blessed with a profound amount of experience and insight into almost every phase of politics and government. It’s my life, not a scam.
This isn’t all there is to me, though I covered a dang near everything. I was the third youngest Republican County Chairman in my home area. I served on multiple boards like Fire Services Commission and Local Tax Commission. I’ve been elected to Borough Council. I just wanted to be part of solutions. And though it’s led me here, to the modern equivalency of broke, I have never regretted staying in the fight. Sometimes I regret I can’t move my girls to a bigger house with a better yard, or buy them everything they want. But maybe this sacrifice will be something they will carry on in their memories? And my wife is an expert at waiting until they visit one of their grandparents before we have our monthly budget “discussions.” I use quotations because she does most of the discussing.
So, why do a Go Fund Me, Adam? Because if being hounded and slandered by grifters online wasn't enough, watching the shameless cyber tin cups rattling these days has gone too far. You know the old political comedy yarn about the guy who says, “Don’t Vote For Me!” Or “Vote None Of The Above!” - Well, that’s me. If you would rather give money to those who just never seem to run out of reasons to ask, I can’t stop you. If you want to donate to me by way of acknowledging my last 2 plus years of contributions, well, then that achieves two objectives. Hopefully it means you won’t be spending your hard money to help a guy “quit his night job,” or donate to get a dysfunctional narcissist to “DC to better cover 2020 for Trump.”
Ugh, maybe the best choice is none of the above. You don’t have to give it to me, but maybe to someone out there who sacrificed professionally and actually has some pertinent knowledge to bring to the table? There a precious few that are out there. Not all of us will be free to return to high level executive positions because of the trail of Twitter slander and rabid Anti-Trump sentiment in some state government agencies & lobbying firms. But I’m a grown man and make the decisions for myself and my family. I will never lay that responsibility on the altar of charity.
So whether you toss me $1 and say, “meh, you don’t suck, anyway.” That’s cool. Or you send me more...just because it will really piss off the grifters who couldn’t get their grimy hands on it. Either way, objective achieved. I think there is a silent majority on twitter and Facebook who are looking to say enough is enough. Irony is a powerful tool.
P.S. I am actually 60% deaf in my right ear, if that helps.
Much love. Even to the haters.
Adam Gingrich
JohnWickOfPolitics
Gingrich_of_PA
Quite frankly, my wife, mother of my two daughters who were 2 and 3 years old at the time, thought I was off my rocker. This was August of ‘16 and no one in PA would go all in on Trump; only a few daring souls like Jack Posobiec and I went broke going for the miracle. I can still recall Jack getting almost no sleep, working odd hours at the pizza shop just to live while he campaigned nonstop. We were everywhere, and we were nowhere: we walked between the rain drops of the RNC/State GOP ops and threaded in our own. Trump or bust...Toomey was an afterthought, already positioning against the grain.
And, spoiler alert, we won! PA was the real clincher, but the networks were holding up the call because my old home county had machine count issues. So I drove back to Lebanon county and screamed at my good friends at the Courthouse to call in the margin for the networks. It was chaotic, it was euphoric; but with 4 Trump campaign attorneys screaming at us on the phone about the finalizing the result, it was enough to make me feel like I was back on my first presidential in ‘04.
I have no regrets. I have spent 22 years honing a craft as a labor of love, and more before that studying Political Science & Political Economics in college. I started my political run as a 13 yr old passing out Borough Council lit for my mom. Years later, I worked in the District Office of the State Representative she went on to replace when he retired. I ran her campaign...and I was proud, hyped and hooked.
From there I ran my first congressional opposition research team in 2002 in the old 17th District in PA. Next, I was a field operative for the PA House Republican Campaign Committee for two years. Running 6 winning campaigns and losing one Hail Mary. I went on to serve as a policy & legislative analyst for the PA House. I drafted legislation and amendments, caucused bills and ran committee meetings. I learned it from the ground floor, and I learned it all.
After 7 years, we were blessed with a Republican Governor and I left to serve as an executive appointee. My role quickly grew, thanks to an incredible Cabinet Secretary at my agency, and within two years I was promoted to Director of Operations for this statewide agency. 5k employees and about a $270 million dollar budget. I lived it, I ate it and I was on a conference call from the hospital recovery room with my firstborn daughter in my arms because there was an error in an Oil & Gas deal we were negotiating. But executive service is one shadowed by the specter of impermanence. And sure enough, for the first time in PA history, an incumbent Governor was beat. My dream job was over, for the time being.
Next journey brought me back to the familiar grounds of running state races. I took over field operations for the PA Senate Republican Campaign Committee. I must’ve driven over every inch of this state back then. My wife even postponed a c-section birth for 24 hours so I could finish a senate race I was managing in York, PA. For only the second time in my career, I felt the sting of defeat. Exhausted, disappointed, I traveled back to Harrisburg to witness the birth of my second daughter. All the sadness dissipated into joy, unbridled emotion and...anxiety. I lost the race that was supposed to catapult me in as Chief of Staff for that senate seat. I had two kids under 18 months old and no sure thing.
I spent a year working as a consultant, handling mainly infrastructure deals and capital project requests. It was a good experience in learning the ropes of State Street, but when the Trump phenomenon came calling in summer ‘16, I was on that train like a yodeling hobo of the days yonder. Fast forward to Trump winning and the aftermath...I began an utterly unfathomable venture into Twitter and Periscope to keep people informed during the Jill Stein recounts. There was so much fear and misinformation at that time, I felt compelled to provide daily updates from our legal teams in PA, MI and WI. Somehow, someway, I never stopped. I just couldn’t bear the thought of hard working men and women coming home at night being gaslit and lied to with worst case scenarios.
I met these people, I traveled the country meeting them, and conversing online daily. I had a sacred trust with them that I would do my level best to be right, not first. Accurate, not salacious. Turns out, that’s a bad business model in this line of “work.” Content should always be king, and conspiracies will always be wayward rockets of misinformation; you just hope no one gets hurt or killed because of it. I stand adamantly, sometimes militantly, against those who trade in the currency of deceit. I’m not built that way. I’ve been blessed with a profound amount of experience and insight into almost every phase of politics and government. It’s my life, not a scam.
This isn’t all there is to me, though I covered a dang near everything. I was the third youngest Republican County Chairman in my home area. I served on multiple boards like Fire Services Commission and Local Tax Commission. I’ve been elected to Borough Council. I just wanted to be part of solutions. And though it’s led me here, to the modern equivalency of broke, I have never regretted staying in the fight. Sometimes I regret I can’t move my girls to a bigger house with a better yard, or buy them everything they want. But maybe this sacrifice will be something they will carry on in their memories? And my wife is an expert at waiting until they visit one of their grandparents before we have our monthly budget “discussions.” I use quotations because she does most of the discussing.
So, why do a Go Fund Me, Adam? Because if being hounded and slandered by grifters online wasn't enough, watching the shameless cyber tin cups rattling these days has gone too far. You know the old political comedy yarn about the guy who says, “Don’t Vote For Me!” Or “Vote None Of The Above!” - Well, that’s me. If you would rather give money to those who just never seem to run out of reasons to ask, I can’t stop you. If you want to donate to me by way of acknowledging my last 2 plus years of contributions, well, then that achieves two objectives. Hopefully it means you won’t be spending your hard money to help a guy “quit his night job,” or donate to get a dysfunctional narcissist to “DC to better cover 2020 for Trump.”
Ugh, maybe the best choice is none of the above. You don’t have to give it to me, but maybe to someone out there who sacrificed professionally and actually has some pertinent knowledge to bring to the table? There a precious few that are out there. Not all of us will be free to return to high level executive positions because of the trail of Twitter slander and rabid Anti-Trump sentiment in some state government agencies & lobbying firms. But I’m a grown man and make the decisions for myself and my family. I will never lay that responsibility on the altar of charity.
So whether you toss me $1 and say, “meh, you don’t suck, anyway.” That’s cool. Or you send me more...just because it will really piss off the grifters who couldn’t get their grimy hands on it. Either way, objective achieved. I think there is a silent majority on twitter and Facebook who are looking to say enough is enough. Irony is a powerful tool.
P.S. I am actually 60% deaf in my right ear, if that helps.
Much love. Even to the haters.
Adam Gingrich
JohnWickOfPolitics
Gingrich_of_PA
Organizer
Adam Gingrich
Organizer
Harrisburg, PA