No blogger can honestly say they’re never political—but deliberately absent here, usually, is governmental politics. To me, “Super Tuesday” is a weekly special at McDonald’s.
“Daddy,” a little girl asked her father, “do all fairy tales begin with ‘Once upon a time’? “— “No, Sweetheart,” he answered. “Some begin with ‘If I am elected.'”
However, take one step through the magic door leading to my mom’s addition, and it’s her self-named “soap opera.” Too bad: not long from now, Mom will have to find something else to watch. Once Mitt, Ron, Nick, and Newt are done duking it out, she’ll develop PCD (Post-Campaign Depression).
Poli: Many + Tic(k)s: Bloodsucking creatures = Many bloodsucking creatures.
Not to say I don’t like to watch a good scuffle. I secretly giggled at a meeting last night when, before we could take a vote, they had to explain who could serve with who—because who didn’t like who. “All in favor say aye.” ….I just mumbled like Ricky: “Ay-ay-ay!”
Politics. From my vantage point, it’s like being on the sidelines during a family feud. Somebody wants power, another has a vendetta. Somebody was insulted back in 19-whatever, so they keep the powder and shot at the ready. It’s their private war. I’m not part of either clan; frankly, I’d feel rather smarmy just tuning in.
A donkey can save farmers a lot of hard work. An elephant can save a hunter a lot of hard work. Mostly, though, they don’t do much at all.
Now, now, I’m thankful to be an American. And I vote in every election that comes around the pike (where we live, there’s a ballot about once a quarter). But I have better things to do than watch the campaign. In the immortal words of Joe Friday, “All we want are the facts, Ma’am.”