Election season is dwindling down to its last day, thank goodness. Today I suffered through the last of the obnoxious TV spots, and the direct-to-trash emails, and the prerecorded calls from various politicians. The silence, after tomorrow, will be blissful, no matter who wins.
Okay, maybe that’s not quite true. It will be a little more blissful if the rascals are overthrown, but I don’t dare hope for anything that dramatic. I’m deliberately keeping my expectations low, so that I’m not too disappointed when we’re stuck with the same regime for another two years. Still, I can’t help harboring a glimmer of hope that the country has seen the light. Because if we’re not tired of the darkness by now, we never will be.
I’m not cynical, but they’re all liars. Every campaign ad you see or hear has at its core a gimmick that tries to make you believe what the promoter wants you to believe. If that weren’t the case, how could the people on both sides of Proposition 87 tell us that taxes will go up if the other side wins? In U.S. politics, it’s not the good guys against the bad guys so much as the not-so-bad guys against the really horrible guys. |