Proof Is in the Pudding… but This Recipe Is a Mess
Before we begin, let me repeat my annual public-service announcement, the one I give every election season like a Tía warning you not to trust gas station ceviche: Endorsements almost never matter. The only time they matter is when they come with: • Money (and by money I mean more than $500, not “here’s gas money, good luck mijo”) • Labor (real labor—doors knocked, phones called, repeatedly, not one Saturday cameo) • Advertising (for you, not a group photo where you’re buried between six other names and an organization chair nobody remembers) Other than that, endorsements are political Pokémon cards. Cute. Collectible. Utterly useless in a general election. They exist mostly to make first-time candidates feel like they unlocked a side quest: ✨ Achievement Unlocked: Local Club Endorsement ✨ Anywho—back to the regularly scheduled dragging. ⸻ Ay Monica Terán… Monica Terán is running for her old job again and keeps saying “the proof is in the pudding.” Oka...