Written the day before voting day - Nov. 1, and I just cannot wait for tomorrow to arrive. Tomorrow is the blessed last day that we will see those ads, especially those on the boop tube, that give us all manner of gory details about why mr. so and so is no longer grandioso with the party, and that miss so and so is a disgrace to the nation.
Who cares!
This is election time for our governing talking heads, for elected people who we elect to solve problems - real problems. Have we heard any positive plans for solutions? Once in a while I thought I detected a whisper of positivity but it was so faint I could never disitnguish it from the sssshhhh swishing types sound of the background.
My flat screen tv did its best to give me the latest but last night, in the middle of a right good program on PBS (you know which channels they use on your remote/tv set?) I heard a click and the screen turned Carolina blue and even the tv set gave up (well, we both know PBS does not carry ads in the middle of a program) but the set refuses to come back to life.
The cable company promised to send a techie to my house in the middle of the voting day, so I look forward to an evening of reports from the porch of Uncle Bob's house in Goose Hoppers Gulch switching off to reports from the hot asphalt lanes in the States' and Nation's capitals switching off to an ad about acidic indigestion causes and remedies.
It promises to be back to normal. We can sit back and watch our new leaders do what they said they would never. But yes, there will be a few who put their hands to the plows and who will make an honest attempt to make things right for mr. average of whose club I am a member.
May that tribe grasp the opportunity and assist in re-making our nation into the great country that I so well remember.
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