A week following the Democratic National Convention, and nearly a month after Milwaukee’s Green Party Convention, a lesser known third party held their national convention in Athens, Georgia. The Hemp Party, formed in 2002, officially announced their candidates for the 2004 presidency.

It’s their first presidential election, but in the air was a sense of excitement, and a familiar odor the commune couldn’t quite place. One after another, speakers rose to express their vision of one unified party, to lay out the platform, and to define their four years in control of the White House, all in the convention site of the Athens Holiday Inn off Highway 31.

“We’re going to win this, ‘cause, I really think we got a chance,” declared Hemp Party Consultant Daniel Vincent. “People call me crazy, and you can call me crazy, you know, whatever… but if people just, like, rose up and all voted their conscience and shit, we’d have the White House. And maybe I’m an optimist, man, but I say it could happen.”

The party starts at a severe disadvantage, not only as a third party, but a relatively new third party that not only lacks national funding, but has yet to establish themselves with a wide variety of voters. In fact, the party doesn’t even have a presence in more than six states, though thanks to chat rooms, word is growing. Even if they don’t take the White House, which some would describe as a political and real-world impossibility, they hope to build party support and name recognition through their efforts. Since their nominees will not appear on any ballots, the party said they are putting the faith on word-of-mouth buzz and write-in ballots.

No schedule of events was given out to guests, or even compiled, but a less fascist approach to conventions called on speakers to stand up and “get shit off their mind” when they felt inclined to address the body of 37 who attended from all over the country. Like Nate, the cat with the Bob Marley shirt, he’s from Alaska, and hitched down just to be here.

“We are the future, man,” said Lindsey DeLila, a party Consultant from Wisconsin. “Not the guys in office now. They’re old, and they don’t even know their time is over. They got to give up the government, so sooner or later, we have to run the country. I’m so stoked about this I could, like, lose it, right here.”

Like many in attendance, DeLila represented former Green Party voters who were dissatisfied with the party being taken over by corporations, or their general uptight nature; other newcomers to the Hemp Party showed up thinking it was something different. But no matter the variety of backgrounds, the greatest excitement of the night came when Party Head Billy “Party-Head” Kinkaid announced their 2004 presidential ticket: Joey “Rooster” Jackson, and his running mate, some guy named Dave who wouldn’t reveal his last name.

“I believe the children are our future,” said Jackson, stifling a giggle and waving for Dave to quiet down, as his speech stirred the bleary-eyed audience. “Teach them well, and let them lead the way. Because in the end… I get knocked down, but I get up again… yeah, that’s it! You know the words!”

Lyric, off-rhythm chanting began, signifying the end of the convention as local authorities showed up with complaints about noise.