Friday, October 29, 2004

My vote is like a Christmas tree. . . . .

Politics. Politics. Politics. I am so bloody sick of politics.

There are so many signs all over the place, a person can't even tell which houses are for sale and which houses just got new vinyl siding and which houses are telling you that IT'S A BOY and which houses house a fanatic.

The only yard that warranted a second glance from me was one I drove past just tonight. It was a very big yard, and a can of spray paint had divided it evenly down the middle. On one side, Republican signs. On the other side, Democratic signs. On the line, pink flamingoes, all in a row.

I'm tempted to write in 'Pink Flamingo' on the ballot.

What are some of these one-dimensional bloggers going to write about after the election is over? There's nothing in some blogs except political blather. Once it's over, what will replace it? What will these people do with their lives, after the election is over?

I mean, after the recount is over?

Actually, what I mean is, after ALL the recounts are over?

Truthfully, I don't much care about politics. I know I should, but I don't. I always vote, because people who don't vote forfeit their right to whine.

I have never missed an election yet. Neither has my husband.

We've cancelled each other's votes for almost thirty years now. It's a tradition we have. Kind of like the Christmas tree.