You know, I really didn’t intend to start a blog that has become so mostly focused on the politics flying around right now.  I really didn’t.  I actually just wanted an outlet to formulate ideas and descriptions and be creative and generally just…I dunno.  Write.   About stupid stuff.  About the old man on the corner and how he gets through his day.  About the little dog peeing in the neighbors grass (we don’t really have lawns in this part of the city…it’s a population density thing…).  About how hung over I was/am this weekend and how much fun it was getting that way but, damn, what the hell was I thinking and how the hell do I make it STOP!

But this whole Election thing…the obsession, the excitement, the hopefulness, the fury…happens to me every friggin’ four years…since forever.  Okay, okay…not since forEVER exactly, but it’s been happening for a very long time.

I end up telling a certain story a lot lately, because it IS an election year and people you run into DO start talking about their hopes and fears, both for this time around and for other elections in the past.  The story I tell is about how when I was six years old, living in my home-town California-beach-town,  and I found out that I couldn’t vote that year.  It was 1972…(do the math if you want.  No, wait, please don’t)…do you remember who ran?  I do, that’s not the point.  The point is that I remember how upset, how downright devastated, I was…with my little-girl hopes dashed to bitty-bits on jagged rocks, because, well, hell!  Waiting until you’re 18 years old to vote was literally almost incomprehensible!  It was like saying, “in your next life”!  I have to wait HOW LONG?!?  I’ll never make it!  No WAY!

Not one to accept being told I “can’t”, at least not with a really good reason why not and age was not a really good reason to me at the time, I started really paying attention during big election years.  In hind-sight, I think doing so made me feel like I was proving to those that previously told me I “can’t” vote, that damn, straight!…I was qualified, up-to-speed, and not your usual “little-girl”.  Although I will admit the 1976 Election was a bit eclipsed for me by the whole media hoopla of the Bi-Centennial celebration and the fact that there was one or two (or three) really cute boys in my field of awareness, I have tried each time to self-educate myself on the issues to a higher level than the average bear (Hi-ya Yogi!), and I think I have done pretty well.  (Although,  I don’t think that I even now, by any means, have this 13-year old beat!  Forget FHA and FFA…this is one Future Political Analyst of America (FPAA?) in the making, for sure).  Consequently, with every election, I have gotten more vocal about it, more obsessed about it and, depending on how I see the candidates and how they are doing, I will get elated or angry in turns.  Case in point:  my blog.

Even so, I really wish I could get myself to pull my head out of the mish-mash flow of trash traffic that is everywhere!  Can’t I just turn myself away, just ONCE, from the Bandwagon Against Sarah Palin?  I know the issues, I know the candidates.  I know what I believe in and what America needs to realize (and finally is, I think) in order to save itself.   I also know, however, that all the world loves a parade…and you can’t turn away from something as awful as a train wreak.  Yep…even me, although it makes me tired for sure.

What do you think?  Eight days to go and almost home…but that doesn’t mean it’s time to sit down and shut up, right?  I mean…my mom always said “Do what you do well”, though she may not have realized exactly what she was telling me!  And for cryin’ out loud…it’s too late now for Dad to  “Turn this car right around now!”, so why sit in the back seat nice and quite?

Whatever you think, whatever you say here or elsewhere, just make sure you get out and VOTE.  I’ve done that already as much as they’ll let me (once, bah!), so I’ll just keep the watch and run my mouth and generally make a spectacle of myself (again…I think it gets easier every four years.  Just wait ’til I’m Helen’s age!  You won’t ever be able to shut me up!)

© 2008 D. Kessler

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