Oh, my sweet Lord. What has happened to this country?
Let me start off by saying, I don’t understand politics. (Or as I call it, “poo-litics.”) Not one bit. I am not ignorant, nor am I uneducated. I have simply chosen to keep my nose out of political business, and to keep myself at arm’s length from all of the rigmarole. I don’t appreciate the views of one side more than the other, per se. I agree with some policies, and I disagree with others. I am not strictly Democratic or Republican. I am simply an American citizen, concerned as hell for the wellbeing of my country.
I am sick to death of all of the political B.S. (hence, poo-litics) that we are forced to see every single day, whether it’s presented to us via social media, television, or print. Don’t even get me started on bumper stickers. They’re the zits of the auto world – you don’t like to look at them, and heaven forbid we talk about them, but you just can’t look away. At any rate, we are force-fed others’ beliefs like livestock on a farm. We go through the political wringer against our will, and we are assaulted with the onslaught of political garbage 24/7, 365.
Now, some of it is actually helpful, informative. Thank you, strange writers and sharers of accurate memes, for informing and teaching. But most of it, and I’m talking the vast majority, the 99%, is just opinionated, rude, outrageous garbage. Absolute trash. This is where I draw the line of tolerance. I cannot sit here day in and day out and try to digest the “he-said-she-said” games and the finger pointing and the crossfire of hateful words and, mostly, lies that these hotheads use to try to persuade the ill-equipped citizens such as myself. I am ill-equipped because the sheer volume of fabricated political content is so overwhelming, and I don’t even know where to start weeding through it all to try and dig out even a shred of the truth.
So, I will sit here and let the smoke clear, sipping my wine, waiting for you all to finish making asses of yourselves. I am confident that the amount of you skulking away with your tails between your legs will be truly satisfying come November. I shall revel in that moment, and it shall be divine. This is my own white flag, my moment of surrender. I fear what is going to become of our beloved red, white and blue when this election is done draining this country of chutzpah, sisu, and all of the other spirited terminology. All we can do is hope that our votes count enough to keep us safe.