I was listening to NPR the other day and there were these stories about college age kids and 20-somethings helping the campaigns of the Republicans and Democrats. It was, to say the least, inspiring. You had kids asking their professors permission so they could hoof it door to door soliciting for Clinton or Obama or McCain.
This is the beauty of youthful idealism. The belief that you can make a difference in this world and support the person that you think would be a great leader for our country. Nevermind that people equate Hillary Clinton with the Terminator robots or think that John McCain would die in office due to old age or that Obama doesn’t know how to run an effective, hard hitting campaign. These kids are doing something. This is the strength of youth.
Me? I’ve become bitter and disillusioned with the entire election process. The last two elections left me somewhat soured, especially with all the conspiracy theories and allegations of impropriety. Seriously, how does a candidate win a popular vote but lose an election? Maybe I’m just too simple minded to understand.
As it stands, the only thing even slightly political that I’ll do is this: After I burp I say ‘Obama’. For example:
- Pop open a can of Diet Pepsi.
- Take a big ol’ swig and gulp air at the same time. This primes you to burp.
- When you’re ready, let it loose: “Brrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaack”
- Immediately say “Obama”.
Good luck, America. I think I’ll stay in bed for this one.