Every time we near an election day I start to cringe.
As a kid, my parents were not only into politics, they were campaign managers for several candidates. They were away all the time, at meetings, rallies and any other event that promoted their candidates. They managed the campaigns of former Niles Mayor Nicholas Blase (well before he was in ahem, shall we say a bit of trouble), a senatorial candidate named Alan Sheffries and several others, including my Dad’s own run for Suburban Cook County Commissioner in 1974, which he unfortunately (or fortunately??) lost.
Being exposed to this my entire childhood left me completely anti political; if it were a religion I’d call myself an agnostic. There’s a darned good reason that the two things people should never discuss are religion and politics – they are two very passionate subjects. It’s hard to mix either one amongst the masses, there are always strong differences; polar opposite beliefs.
As an adult I have to admit that I have rarely voted. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s my right, I’m a woman and we fought for that right. And admitting publicly that I don’t really give a s–t about elections is well, politically incorrect. Yet, I don’t really care.
I cringe during election time because I hear nothing positive about any candidate. Yes, my mailbox is crammed with junk mail every day from candidates trying to convince me why I should vote for them, typically because of the wrong doings of their opponents.
My television is littered with commercials from candidates trying to convince me why I should vote for them, typically because of the wrong doings of their opponents.
My radio is littered with commercials from candidates trying to convince me why I should vote for them, typically because of the wrong doings of their opponents.
My newspaper is littered with ads from candidates trying to convince me why I should vote for them, typically because of the wrong doings of their opponents.
See a pattern here?
So I block it all out. I don’t want to hear about all the bad things the other guy did so you should be elected kind of crap that assaults us every single day.
I am the voting scrooge of all time. I have shown up at polling places, cast my votes and then gone back to change my mind. I have voted, then lost sleep that I did the wrong thing. I simply don’t like politics, anything it stands for and the memories of it taking my parents away for too many hours growing up.
Tuesday the election will come and go. People will be elected, re-elected, defeated, concede. Those that win will break promises about taxes and other issues. They will have their names lit up on the tollways then who knows, they may end up in jail.
Pessimistic? Debbie Downer? Negative? You betcha. For this subject I have attended the Jay Cutler School of Don’t Care.
Tuesday can’t come and go fast enough.
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