How many of you remember being six years old? I do vaguely. But the clouds of my memories are mostly feelings, not actual images. There are vague, warm feelings of a time long ago. I don't remember what kind of decisions I made as a six year old, other than that none were fatal. But I know what kind of decisions I would make given a choice like this:
Your parents are splitting up. One parent is a disciplinarian: Brush your teeth; don't jump on the bed; do your home work; get to bed on time; eat your vegetables or no desert. The other parent is a a push over: Stay up as long as you want; don't worry about dental hygine; candy, candy, candy; bouncing on the bed is exercise; homework is for nerds. Which parent is a six year old going to choose?
Fast forward to adulthood. Your choices are the Democrats, with a be responsible; swallow the bitter pill; bite the bullet realism required of times like these. And the Republicans, who promise something for nothing because they never want to make you mad at them. They wave the flag; kiss babies; pretend their a cross between John Wayne and Rambo; cut your taxes a little and their weathy buddy's a lot; and spend billions on making anything that makes Americans feel better about themselves except -- they don't bother paying for it. They borrow the money, no matter the cost. Just as long they can say you got something for nothing.
I don't know about you, but I know what most six years olds given this choice will become: bed ridden with a broken neck from falling off the bed; obese and diabetic from too much candy; intellectually stunted; morally vacant; toothless, feckless and worthless.
That's your 2008 electorate.