The Printer Jon Males, KansasBASEHOR, Kan. — It was the final,
frantic morning of election season in the propaganda shop. The last candidate mailers, those glossy postcards of staged photos and canned promises, clattered off the addressing machines at 300 per minute. They had to be in the mail by afternoon so they could clutter mailboxes before
Election Day.
As the claims were piled in stacks — “a record we can count on,” “working for our future,” “
the experience to lead — a desire to serve” — Jon Males paced his bustling workshop making sure deadlines were met. The owner of Recordnews, this small printing and mailing shop, he is one of thousands of Americans for whom the exercise of democracy offers a few months of extra income as well as a peek behind the curtain of
modern politics.
Mr. Males has printed mailers, fliers and lawn signs for both
Republicans and Democrats for two decades, from county commissioner to governor (in nine races he is working for both candidates). This month, his most lucrative ever, he hired eight temporary workers to assist, doubling his staff.
“Everything is basically an emergency once we get to October,” he said. The candidates “start wanting to mail as many things as they can, even if it’s day after day after day.” Mr. Males said he used to think of politicians as celebrities but now, “sometimes I feel like a therapist.”
Taken together, the postcards present a red, white and blue world of personal boosterism and, increasingly, unsparing attacks.
The print shop workers rarely pay attention anymore, except when something outlandish appears, like an attack ad depicting pigs at a trough with the slogan “Her agenda is too oinking extreme for Kansas.”
“Want to know the truth?” said Del Flackmiller, 65, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he worked one of the machines. “I get them right out of the mailbox and put them right in the trash.” He laughed. “Right in the trash.”
The last of the mailers were en route to the post office by the 3 p.m. Thursday deadline. “It’s out of our control at this point,” Mr. Males said.
The next day, the rest of the industry of campaign politics would be rolling once again. But here, the end came mercifully early. And Mr. Males would sleep an extra hour.
A. G. SULZBERGER