At this point, I should probably take that one little word out of the subtitle. The fact is, at the time I started this whole blog thing, I had: a) definite interest in the mid-term elections, b) an intellectual willingness examine issues from different sides, and c) a great deal of spare time, during which I needed give the appearance of working on something.
These days, between my two-and-a-half hour daily commute, frantic-fanatic work environment, grad school, semi-regular writing, and bare semblance of social life, I find my waking hours are pretty well filled up. That, and I can hardly bare to glance in the direction of the whole political sphere at all. I’ve caught a bit of news coverage, a few convention speeches, and most of the debates, but all of that leaves me not so much well informed as angry and depressed.
I feel bad for Obama, I really do. He seems to have fought his way into office (over my preferred candidate, ah-hem) only to enjoy a startling fall from grace, fading in a few short years from a bastion of hope and change to the main obstacle in the way of the sweeping tide of corporate Christian right. Keep your finger in the dam, bro, that’s all I can say–and, best case scenario, I really think that’s all anyone who likes women, the environment, education, or any form of regulatory enforcement can reasonably expect for the next four years.
As for the rest…
Mitt Romney is just a tool. That’s all there is to it. I honestly don’t think he’s a bad person–he’s just bumbling, weak, wishy-washy, and divorced from reality. He’s like the stereotypical sheltered high school nerd, book smart and culturally clueless, arrogant yet eager for approval, repeating whatever the cool kids say by rout, unsuspicious of just how far off the mark he really is. The examples are manifold, from the ridiculous (dog on the roof of the car, binders full of women) to the disturbing (healthcare, England).
I have a visceral reaction to Paul Ryan so strong I actually get nervous nausea when he talks. Something about his big slow-blinking eyes, set back deep in his scull like Shelley Duvall’s, that way he has of raising his eyebrows, and his parentheses bracketed smile, makes me so profoundly uncomfortable.
If I have to hear smilin’ Joe Biden mention Scranton just once more, I just don’t know what I’ll do.
What really baffles me are these so-called ‘independent’ or ‘undecided’ voters. Where are these people, and more importantly, where are their brains?
This must be a news media fiction. Maybe in the 90s when the two main party candidates essentially stood toe-to-toe on opposite sides of the fifty yard line, and candidates like Ralph Nader or Harry Browne were really out there, voters on either end of the spectrum might reasonably waver. But now–with the two candidates at completely opposite polls, with only one shared goal (job creation) and virtually no similarity in any of their policies or strategies–who could possibly have any doubt?
I suppose maybe, maybe…if you cared about nothing but the tax code, and wanted determine which candidate’s policy would save you more? But, as my rant so far has now doubt illustrated, very few people are so rational in their decision-making process.