Tomorrow is the big day. The day when
I stop hearing all the lies, trash talking, and juvenile slandering from all the political candidates America decides the fate of its future for the next 4 years. Kind of.
I hate politics. It’s right up there with going to the dentist. Or cleaning the toilet. Actually, scratch that. I like cleaning toilets more than I like politics. Because my toilet gets installed in its “office,” does its job, and doesn’t lie about it and name call the other toilets in the neighborhood. Toilet – 3, politics – 0.
That being said, let me clarify one thing: I vote. I may not always like my options, and I generally never discuss politics because
I prefer third-party candidates so pretty much everybody hates me come election season a person’s political beliefs are their business and no one else’s.
The pastor of our church made what was, to me, one of the best arguments for voting I’ve heard to date: Voting is a right. It’s a choice you’ve been given. And that choice didn’t come freely. Men and women died so that we could vote. They sacrificed everything – literally – so that the people of today could have a voice in their nation’s government. By not bothering to register and drag yourself to the nearest booth, you’re squandering the cost paid so dearly by those before us.
Getting off my soapbox now.
Yesterday, we had a small birthday celebration for yours truly with my side of the family. Which naturally led to a parenting FAIL that will be posted later this week. But hey, it wasn’t mine this time! Holler!
The girls’ great uncle, lovingly referred to as Uncle Bobo, came for a visit from out-of-state. Punkin loves Uncle Bobo. Like I sometimes worry that I’ll have to physically remove her from his side so we can leave. Anyway. He was sitting on the couch, and put on sports. I’m so into sports that I can’t even tell which one was on. Football maybe? It’s football season, right? Cue this conversation:
Bobo: (puts on sports)
Punkin: Bor-ring. (She gets that from me.)
Bobo: Oh yeah? Well how about this? (puts on political commentary)
Punkin: Yeah, that’s more like it.
Bobo: (baffled, gets up to go into other room, returns after a minute)
Punkin: You just missed a statement by the governor. He was just speaking, but you missed it.
Bobo: (still baffled)
Punkin is 8. She definitely can’t vote. But she keeps talking about the election, the candidates (only the two-party system, but the Nerd and I are teaching her about the other political parties in America. People died for our right to vote. She should know all her options.)
The thing is, her perspective on politics is still young and pure. She still views it as a group of men and women solely interested in helping to better America. I sometimes wish I still saw it that way.
Also, I’ve never watched C-SPAN in my life. Punkin – 1, Mediocre Mom – 0.