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border war between Texas separatists
and the government of Mexico. Project
Alamo soon grew to more than a hun-
dred people, including campaign staffers,
employees of the Republican National
Committee, and venders from various
tech companies. “He ran the 2016 dig-
ital campaign the way you’d run any
other e-commerce operation,” a rival
digital strategist told me. “He was sell-
ing Trump, but he could have been sell-
ing sneakers. He looked at the analyt-
ics on Facebook, saw what was popping
on a given day, and went, Let’s pump
money into that and let the algorithm
feed it to our audience.”
In a post-election interview on Fox
News, Parscale said, “For the first time
in history, the data operation ran every-
thing, from TV buying”—placing local
television ads—“to where we were on
the ground.” Campaign strategists used
real-time analytics when deciding where
to send canvassers, where to hold rallies,
even what Trump should say at which
rally. (“It might be, ‘Sir, our Facebook
data from this area suggests that people
want to hear you talk about tax cuts,’ ” a
person familiar with the campaign op-
eration told me. “Whether he actually
took that advice was another question.”)
The campaign used software to gener-
ate an endless stream of ads, each dis-
tinguished by one or more tiny varia-
tions: a new typeface, a new color, a new
aspect ratio, a photo of Trump taken
from a slightly different angle. “Certain
people like a green button better than a
blue button,” Parscale said on “60 Min-
utes.” “Some people like the word ‘do-
nate’ over ‘contribute.’”
If each variation is counted as a dis-
tinct ad, then the Trump campaign, all
told, ran 5.9 million Facebook ads. The
Clinton campaign ran sixty-six thou-
sand. “The Hillary campaign thought
they had it in the bag, so they tried to
play it safe, which meant not doing much
that was new or unorthodox, especially
online,” a progressive digital strategist
told me. “Trump’s people knew they
didn’t have it in the bag, and they never
gave a shit about being safe anyway.”
Bernie Sanders, who ran as an outsider
with a base of avid support, also cam-
paigned aggressively online, using social
media to locate an unprecedented num-
ber of small donors. His 2020 campaign
has found even more small donors, again
largely through fund-raising appeals,
which have become so widespread that
a video clip of Sanders wearing a for-
midable pair of mittens and intoning “I
am once again asking for your financial
support” recently became a meme.
Eric Wilson, Marco Rubio’s digital
director during his Presidential run, in
2016, told me, “The best online market-
ers are agnostic, as opposed to prescrip-
tive. Anyone with a lot of money can buy
a lot of ads, but what really matters is
measurement, because without that you
have no idea which ads are having any
effect.” This sort of measurement is the
province of “ad-tech” firms. Clients de-
cide which metrics they want maxi-
mized—often some quantitative measure
of success on Google and Facebook, which
together control about half of the online
ad market—and the ad-tech firms opti-
mize for that outcome. In the summer of
2016, Parscale hired two leading ad-tech
firms—Sprinklr, based in New York, and
I can do
for myself.
Late at night
I enjoy
the brown
pages of a cowboy
show
teevee
on my lap
till practically
dawn
interesting
written
by a gambler
oh I have
so many
shows
one in Florence
one day
you were
taking a shower
I think
I thought
I love
this television
because
it’s become
the way
to love
the road
of becoming
is a screen
belonging
on it in
my dream.
The excellent
moments
the man
barges in
and says
do you ever
think
about
film. The poetry
of accident
haunts
like a circus
tent over
my days
and that
fades
and a new
one. I
begin to
write
about dying.
THIS
story ends.
It begins
to be part
of the plot
and do I
love you
for your
distance
from it
or could
I love you
because
you are
close
or your
exciting
difference
so smart.
I love
myself.
The squeaky
little voice
that says
in here
owning the void
and grooving
on it. Voice
over
you’re not
so bad
and then
I begin
to work.
My dead
mother
is around
my lover
not far
keeping u
here by
not calling
anyone
is that the tub
in which
I die.
Weir-doo
woo woo
woo
what’s that
bird.
because
I don’t
have kids
and this
is such
a blessing.
—Eileen Myles