Well folks, you heard it here. We are now entering the final lap of the 2010 election cycle. I would like to say that we are going to get change we can believe in. I’d like to say that, business as usual in politics, across the nation will be swept out the door along with the cheats, the freeloaders, the lobbyists and the marxist, socialist wannabe’s. I’d like to say that but I can’t.
While I realize the media is going to paint every race as a Conservative failure, because they didn’t win or didn’t win by enough or won but all of the people who voted for the candidate were racist, bigoted, misogynist, haters filled with hatetatude, I don’t think we’ve helped ourselves very much. Instead of banding together or at least behaving like civilized (dare I say Christians) who happened to disagree, in many races the sheer amount of vitriol has been staggering. In Nevada, Dingy Harry Reid’s son is now set to be on the ballot with good ol’ dad. Now I don’t know Reid the younger but I do know his father and what Nevada doesn’t need is anymore Reids. Reid the elder who was considered the underdog now has, thanks to the negative campaigning of the rabble vying for the Rep. spot, a window of opportunity. Thanks guys and girls, way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
Dare I make a suggestion? How about we stop beating each other up and start talking about what our candidates want to actually DO in office. Providing that we know, because all I hear is a lot of blather about who’s fault it is. I’m a lot less interested in who’s at fault and a lot more interested in what are you going to do about the problems we have. I realize the current administration is a waste of carbon. I don’t need the candidate to tell me that. I need him or her to tell me where they stand on the issues, and by stand I’m mean stand still, no waffling, no two step, no soft shoe. STAND. Stand for something. Stand your ground. Stand and deliver. Stand strong.
Because if you don’t stand for something you’ll fall for anything. Sounds like what happened in the last election. Maybe we’ve learned our lesson but I doubt it. We apparently love to be lied to and we’ll believe whatever you tell us as long as it’s what we want to hear. Hence the snake oil salesman in the top job and the court jester next in line. It reminds me of the Music Man only, there’s no fairy tale ending, just a bunch of empty suits and instruments no one can play.