Times are tough and jobs not that easy to come by. And State Senator Stacey Campfield is in need of a new executive assistant. Maybe you think, "Hey, I have a whole stockpile of Lucha Libre masks I never get to use. Here's my resume!"
But before you get too excited about the job prospect, it's worth looking at the circumstances under which the last guy left. About that, Campfield says, "Apparently, he (Dodson) did not get the written approval that he was required to."
Yes, even without knowing the particulars, if you've ever had a boss, you can imagine the nightmare scenario — he tells you to do something and then, when it blows up in his face and you get fired, does he take responsibility for not making sure you were good to go ahead of time? No, it's your fault. That's a joy of a guy to work for.
But it gets worse!
According to Tom Humphrey's article, Campfield sent Dodson to Knoxville for at least three weeks in August and, again, according to Campfield, "He (Dodson) went to events for me. He listened to people. He handed out proclamations, questionnaires, resolutions." He was there three weeks! How many proclamations is Campfield making in an average month? And why do they have to be personally delivered? I'm afraid to find out about these resolutions. Poor Dodson if Campfield was resolving to make more proclamations.
Anyway, this is against the rules. If you're a state legislator, your executive assistant has to be at work in the legislative plaza, not knocking on doors for you in your home town. And especially not doing anything for you that might be considered campaigning on the taxpayers' dime.
But what should scare all of us in this great state is Campfield's reasoning for why he thought this would be okay — “He was doing the same thing for me that Bob Griffitts does for John Duncan.”
Of course, John Duncan is a member of the U.S. House of Representatives. Why Campfield is emulating Duncan, practicing conducting business like him should concern us all. Let us hope John Duncan never retires.