Titles are catchy, often frustrating in their conception, today being no different from any other day, the title escapes me. I thought about “Another Offered Up Metaphor” or “Defining Moment In History.” Maximum Effort, End of the Line …
Finally settled on this.
The other shoe drops today, the Fat Lady Sings, call it what you want, the long, long, election process is over with the culmination of the voters choices tonight on each and every channel … Check your local listings.
May the best “whatever” win the prize.
But wait! It gets better, what else do we have for our viewers Art? A free donut! If you vote and then trot yourself over to Krispy Kreme Donuts, they will give you a donut for just voting. Now what red-blooded, 47th worst in the nation for health issues Okie, could turn that down? Not many.
Vote in your candidate and raise your cholesterol … A win/win.
So the prize, the carrot is to be had today. Must be valuable, the last count I heard was $250 million dollars in ad money alone, just to win a trip to the Oval Office. Must have a heck of a dental plan or something, to spend that kind of money. I suppose some bloggers will immediately begin PWS (Post Withdrawal Symptoms) and start retiring from the front lines. I have noted just in the past twenty-four hours two of them suggesting that they were going to “pack it in” and stop writing, evidently thinking that their days of importance and influence have come to an end.
To the utter dismay of a few … We are going to keep on keepin’ on.
We have never been that heavily invested in the political arena around here, and we can always find something to talk about, so we are going to keep on shooting for that “elusive hit count” that is our goal. We know that this is indeed a defining moment in history, but as politics’ is not our main staple, we will be here tomorrow. Some are outright joyful about that, and others I suppose are just sittin’ on it right now and all sour looking and disjointed because of it.
So be it.
Got my flu shot yesterday and the girl said, “See, didn’t hurt at all, you didn’t even flinch.” I just smiled and said, “Yeah, after 22 months of election coverage and media bombardment, I can take just about any kind of pain there is!” Which is the way I see it.
My name is Don Smith, and I have used my mute button.
To be totally honest about it, I have virtually worn the thing out at this late stage of the game.