Meet the Team

The dedicated organisms behind the campaign.

Florence Goo
Kit Vanguard
Milky Friedman
Watja Faugh
Florence Goo

Florence Goo

Microorganism Liaison

I have a long history of advocacy on hot-button issues at the intersection of geocratic universalism and unicellular rights. I got my start in the Proterozoic Era fighting for the rights of amoeba to be recognized as pedestrians.

I know a lot of our younger members don't remember the Precambrian days (and I realize I'm dating myself here!) but back in those days, multicellular organisms were extremely clique-ish and a lot of them were adamant in their belief that protuberances of the cytoplasm attaching the membrane to a substrate did not qualify as “feet.”

I helped organize the first Billion Amoeba March and achieved the first Phyla-wide recognition of pseudopodia as a legitimate mode of pedestrian movement and with it, all attendant rights-of-way for all protozoa! Since then, most of my advocacy has focused on coalition-building across the eukaryote-prokaryote divide.

It's personal for me. My grandmother was one of those hard-assed anaerobic gut parasites – I think we all know the type – and she was fond of saying, “The purpose of life is to accelerate entropy, so if you're not breaking down barriers, you are the barrier!” I try to live that wisdom every day.

Kit Vanguard

Kit Vanguard

Director of Assimilation

Six months ago I was a coastal elite, but on a lake in a landlocked state. I bemused myself with the usual trappings of the leisure class: tasteful landscape architecture, rare wines, occasional ferry-boat commandeering. But as one does, I lost my entire inheritance betting at the dog races, and so here we are. Time makes fools of us all.

You might say Vermont for Senate came by just when I needed it. But the truth is much simpler. Time is an illusion. I am and have been and will be Vermont for Senate. What happened is still happening. I am an embryo in the womb. I am a haploid cell in the ovary of my grandmother. I am in Albany betting on the wrong dog. I am being invaginated by the plurality that is Vermont.

Life is what it makes you. The dog is always wrong. We have always been right here.

I know people look at me and think, “a cat in tweed coat, seriously?” But I have layers. I think about Pangaea a lot: what was that like? We could learn so much.

I want to reach those people who hear about geocratic universalism and endosymbiotic theory and wave their hands and say, “I'm not really political.” We are always at the dog races, and there is no such thing as luck.

Milky Friedman

Milky Friedman

Macroecologic Policy Wonk

(Milky wrote the following before he read his colleague's stories written in the first person. He was too busy to revise any of it to the first person, including this sentence.)

Born in East Berlin, Germany, in the colon of a psychotherapist living in the cold-water flat in the shadow of the Berlin Wall, Milky lacked the pedigree of most of his clitellata peers at the London School of Micronomics. The pettiness of the taxonomic disputes between pro- and anti-Oligochaeta factions in the academic community inspired Milky to think bigger, and this inspiration bore fruit over a decade later when Milky co-founded the Institute for Macroecology at University of Cambridge, England, where he has left his many-segmented imprint in virtually every scholarly and practical innovation in trans-ecological research and finance over the past half-century. Known affectionately to generations of students as, “The Decomposer,” he lives by one mantra above all others: “Follow the adenosine triphosphate.”

Balance is at the root of all healthy ecologies. This scientific truth, more than any ideological or political commitment, motivated Milky to develop the first-ever ground-up, trans-phyla energy deal in the history of interspecies legislation. It is only fitting that its champion should be the first (and only) candidate who can see the benefits from every angle: Vermont for Senate!

Watja Faugh

Watja Faugh

Inadvertent Intern

To be completely honest with you I have no idea where I am and I am deeply afraid.

When I was a maggot they used to say I could be anything. But now they tell me I am nothing. Life happens so quickly.

Within the tubule extruding from my face sits a capacity for enzyme production that took, without hyperbole, a billion years of evolution to achieve. I am the product of an uninterrupted band of continuous life that would defy the imagination of countless lesser worlds.

I know all this and yet I am a creature of compulsion and I smell something now that I must spit on and eat. Excuse me.

I have hours to live, maybe minutes. I willingly spend them here because life without Vermont would vindicate the most cynical thoughts I have ever had about the world and the life that inhabits it.

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