I am ready for this election to be over. Nobody has anything new to say. All we’re doing now is waiting for gaffes and gotchas -- or, god forbid, snipers.
Dignity is in short supply. Fear is plentiful. Ideas are old. Candidates are tired. Voters are tired.
Thanks to early voting and absentee voting, more Americans have voted than ever before. That volume muffles last-minute claims/counter-claims. Polls have hardened. But the campaigns keep slinging vitriol like it really matters.
It’s still the economy.
The primaries run too long; the general election too short. We need less time picking the party favorites and more time vetting the principle candidates. Election reform.
I have never seen a campaign so filled with rancor, lies, and nasty robo calls. The right has demonized the left. And the left has ridiculed the right.
I’m worn out. I don’t even want to hear my candidates speak anymore. And I sure as hell don’t want to hear theirs.
Here’s where I fall off my high horse. I race for the mute button every time I hear the shrill, sarcastic voice of the She-Bush. That woman single-handedly has kept the $150,000 wardrobe issue alive for a full week. Sarah Palin has certainly locked up the Diva vote. I'm weary even of her hotness. Substance, not merely style.
What was McCain thinking?