Some years ago our next door neighbor ran for town council and knocked on my door. I was not yet a citizen and told him so. About five years the Liberal candidate for parliament and mayor of a town not far away knocked on my door and we had an interesting conversation that ended in my putting up his lawn sign and also voting for him. But I would’ve anyway. The Conservative government was so anti-science that their Minister of Science was an avowed creationist.
She uses the voter registration rolls and contacts people via automated telephone calls. You have to answer a series of questions. If you pass, you get an invite.
Contemptible of her, Duckster. There’s a GOP Congressman in a neighboring district who’s notorious for not holding town halls and never agreeing to meet with constituents. It’s a Solid Red district, though.
I think the only candidate who’s ever actually come to our door was a longshot candidate for City Council. I wasn’t home, but my wife was and told me afterwards that they had a nice chat. The candidate didn’t win, as it happened.
Citizens Action reps come to our door from time to time, and in 2004, when Ohio was really in the national spotlight, I think we had two visits from Kerry campaign volunteers. We have campaign lit left on our front porch with some regularity in election years.
Is this only during campaign season? Elected officials aren’t usually allowed to exercise content-based discrimination during official functions. Remember the Trump Twitter case? You/your local party might want to look into legal options.
~Max
She does it all the time. The local Dems are in disarray.
When there’s a race for state representative, I’ve had people come to the door. I guess neighbors running for town meeting member have often stopped by to let me know they were running and ask for my vote. But mostly I get postcards.
Well, I’m not a lawyer, but maybe you or your local party should talk to one. Or the ACLU, Women’s League, etc.
~Max
Alex Morgan once came to my door while running for city council or something like that. Alex looked nothing at all like the soccer player.
Theres a good question; what would you do if Trump came to your house?
Release the hounds.
Shake his hand. Thank him for his service. And politely ask him to step aside and allow Pence to take over.
My state rep, Bill Pluecker, came by my house last week to introduce himself. Nice guy. He’s running for reelection. I didn’t tell him that every time I see one of his signs on someone’s lawn, I say his last name in Marty Feldman’s voice, and imagine a horse whinnying.
Yes, I know, but it’s close enough. 
I live in an apartment complex. We aren’t important enough to matter.
I was going to say there’s a pandemic on and I don’t let in unmasked people, but that would be disingenuous. I wouldn’t open the door for Trump in any case.
Until a couple of years ago I lived in California, so no, never, not once.
But I got asked to run, once! It was nothing really major mind you, but just an email I overlooked until way, way after the fact informing me they still needed a candidate for some local office. I had already left the state by the time I saw it.
More often at the municipal level. The results in my area are often predictable at the provincial and national levels.
State Rep (she lives one street over), has come to my door a couple times.