My Least Favorite Time

It’s already begun, and I hate it. You know what I’m talking about, the primaries are over, we know who the candidates are going to be, and they’re taking their first ham-handed swipes at each other like boxers who’ve never met during the first round. There are jabs, feints and dodges, but the things you originally loved about your candidate get compromised. That punishing left uppercut is muted and turned in a jab.\
OK, forget the metaphors. The race to the middle has begun. The compromises and purely political tricks to try to woo the middle (who aren’t paying attention anyway) have started, and I hate it. The operatives, salivating for months, are now pouncing – pulling out all manner of diversions to show that the opposition is really a fan of terrorists, a tax cheat, a Bad Guy™ or gasp, an elitist.\
Can it please be November already? I’m tired of politics. I’m truly tired of playing political games and scorekeeping when our country is in a deep deep hole created by stupid and evil men. We need big solutions, not petty bickering. We need real change, not compromise. For Senator Obama, I believe in your because you believe in change. Don’t compromise that now. You’re not going to attract the middle by pandering to them. You got us all excited because you passionately shared your vision. Don’t dilute it by playing games and compromising that vision (your FISA stance is disgraceful). And Senator McCain, I loved you. In 2000, I crossed over to vote for you in the Virginia primaries. You were an honest man. What happened? Stop listening to Karl Rove and the idiots that got us into the mess we’re in now and take back the fire and honesty you had eight years ago.\
Please, let’s make this race about the future and taking our country back. I’m afraid it’s going to be about inspiration versus fear, and I don’t want any part in that. Let’s make it grand vision versus grand vision, not who paid their taxes and “terrorist fist jabs” (come on, that’s the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever heard).