Being in politics is like being a football coach.
You have to be smart enough to understand the game,
and dumb enough to think it's important.
~ Eugene McCarthy
~ Eugene McCarthy
’Tis the silly season, and the closer we get to Election Day here in the United States, the sillier it gets. Is it important? Well, it is to the candidates, if you consider the obscene amount of money being spent on getting their respective messages out. We citizens will go on, no matter which party prevails next month. Or the month after, should someone get their knickers in a twist and decide to challenge the election results in court.
What's important to me? Not living in fear. Which is why I mostly held my nose and voted a straight Democratic ticket. Democrats still, in spite of everything, give me hope. Republicans scare the crap out of me. Especially those Tea Party wingnuts. Their agenda of trying to make me afraid of Democrats has completely backfired. I'm waaaaay more afraid of Republicans than I am of the Dems.
The way elections work in the U.S. is that as soon as one is over, the campaign for the next one begins. We've been hearing about potential Republican Presidential candidates for months now; speculation will begin in earnest November 3rd. It didn't used to be this way. I'm old enough to remember, vaguely, when the candidate was actually chosen at the party convention, only a couple of months before the election. How would all the media outlets survive if they only had two months to air commercials and print ads?
(And how would elections work if each candidate had the same amount of money to spend? My guess is that they'd spend more time saying why we should vote for them, instead of why we should vote against the opponent. But that's just a guess. Since corporations are now buying our government, I guess further that we'll never know.)
So what does this have to do with knitting, running, reaping or eating? Nothing, really, it's just that yesterday was, as my husband calls it, a "Debbi Democrat Day." I worked a few hours at our party headquarters and then chaired a Democrat women's club meeting last night. It was, possibly, a little too much democracy all in one day. Heh.
I'm still maintaining my three-miles-a-day streak. I walked in town yesterday and came across the oddest thing, so odd that I had to snap it as my photo du jour. How often have you seen a bag o'taters hanging from a pole in the middle of your hometown? I wonder if someone found them and decided that particular pole would be a good place for a lost-and-found? Maybe the person who was carrying them just couldn't tote them another step, and had to hang them up for later retrieval. Or abandonment, as William Hurt did his suitcase in The Accidental Tourist (my all-time favorite film).
I'll never know, but it sure did make the end of yesterday's walk more amusing. And on a Debbi Democrat Day, that was a Good Thing.