Is it over? Maybe? I know COVID-19 is still here; lingering in the air like burnt popcorn. But this year’s elections? Alas, have all those campaigns shrunk back into the gutters from whence they came? Has it all finally come to an end?
Well…no, it hasn’t. On the White House front, Herr Trump hasn’t – won’t – concede! So, as the nation eagerly awaits his administration’s demise, I feel certain of one thing. NO MORE FUCKING POLITICAL EMAILS!
Or at least fewer of them. American politics descended into the morass of anger and hate years ago; becoming a subset of demonology. Whereas I was once highly engaged in political campaigns – at least as a voter and eager news watcher – I have grown as cynical as most everybody else. While some relatives, friends and acquaintances of mine supplanted images of themselves on Facebook with their preferred candidate, I quickly began deleting large numbers of political-oriented emails from my daily inbox. I didn’t truly read them anyway. With so much personal family drama and job seeking these past few years, I often found myself with little time to read what I really wanted. I know political campaigns need more money than substance to function. It most cases it’s like one giant episode of the Kardashian clan. Is there a purpose to any of this?
The frequent opponent-bashing is my biggest grievance. How is it that sullying the reputation of your adversary has become more important than highlighting your own record? If you can do no better than slaughter the other person in effigy, why are you seeking this particular office?
That’s why many of my fellow Americans have grown cynical and pessimistic right along with me. They see the futility of it all. It makes no sense. Candidates for public office should always begin by detailing their own accomplishments and criticize their rivals at the very end – and only if they have the facts to substantiate their claims.
But with the close of the 2020 election season – from the presidency on down to local sheriff – I hope my email inbox won’t get stuffed with myriad political emails; the kind I either just simply delete or send to the spam folder – requests to sell me a reverse mortgage, ads for Chinese Viagra and offers from lonely Ukrainian housewives to be mine forever (although the latter two can seem enticing).
Regardless, I feel we all can move forward – until… AAAH!!! 2024!!!