Stranger In A Strange Land

I come here nearly every day only to find bashing and mud-slinging. It is so depressing and causes me to lose faith in the entire system.

I am not a fan of either Clinton or Obama. Neither one of them impress me as highly qualified. Clinton has so much baggage that she ought to by stock in Samsonite. Obama probably has the most potential, but I believe he is four or eight years too early.

It seems that everyone is wrapped up in making presidential history. It also seems that we have forgotten the importance of being genuine. Close enough is close enough apparently.

I get a kick out of recent polls that pit "experience" against "change." It seems that everyone wants change above anything else. This hasn't been missed by Obama...after all he IS the candidate of "change."

What kills me is that change is going to happen regardless of who takes office. All this talk about change is so much bullshit. The mere fact that Bush will be leaving office will mean 'change." And pretty dramatic change at that. So, all of you sheep out there that are jumping on the "Change Bandwagon," at least you'll be right (regardless of who the next president is). It's sort of like a broken clock being correct twice a day.


The one great thing about being over 50 is that you have seen and/or done it all before. I don't know why I should be so surprised that things have turned out the way they have, with the two remaining candidates as "rock stars." Maybe it is the optimist in me that actually thought it would be different this time. But alas, the ugly head of cynicism wins out...yet again.

I don't hold out a lot of hope for November. It seems to me that the Republicans couldn't have asked for a better scenario if they had written it themselves. Oh, the Dems will probably win...but it will be ugly and certainly won't be a "sure thing."

So, go ahead and continue to argue and fight about image and "electability." Keep slinging mud and insults at each other. I sort of thought it would be different this time. I mean, we held all the cards, but our eyes gave us away. We are no different than those we despise. Meanwhile, I'll keep pushing that rock up the hill.

-P