Political junkie that I am, one would think that this upcoming election would be filling me with excitement. Quite the opposite, in fact. I am filled with dread. The choices on the right, left and all points in between give new meaning to the phrase "lesser of all evils".
McCain is too old, too tied to special interests and corporate power mongers, too out of touch with the common man, too oblivious to the "new world" around him (hello - Czechoslovakia??),. and too damn belligerent to be trusted with the top job.
Obama is too green, too tied to special interests and political power mongers, too willing to bend and sway to the political winds, too arrogant and too damn interested in listening to himself pontificate to be given the mantle of President of the United States.
Who, then, deserves the nod? Who should be the lucky individual that gets to bat clean-up for the Bad News Bushies? There was a time when I thought I had the answer to that question. There was a time, not so very long ago, when I thought I knew exactly who had the mettle, the moral compass, the political savvy and the courageous heart to take on the unenviable task of righting the wrongs of the last eight years. That was before, of course, the latest in a string of increasingly distasteful sex scandals broke. That was before I found out that my emperor had no clothes, he lost them somewhere between One America and Uganda whilst webisoding with a skanky New York party girl whose name was as fake as her videographer credentials. That was before I knew the painful truth about John Edwards. Not a hero, not a contender, but a fraud, a charlatan, a weak-willed man whose infidelity is made all the more appalling by virtue of the fact that his wife was dying of cancer while he frolicked with a floozy.
I know, I know. He who is guiltless and all that rot. Well, here's the deal. I can damn well judge him because he held himself ABOVE the maddening crowd. He billed himself as being the "good guy" with the rock-solid marriage who would no sooner philander than cut off his arm. The Democrat with morals who was going to be the champion of the poor and the down-trodden. He turned out to be the Democrat with the morals of an alleycat who is the poster-boy for self-righteous hypocrisy.
What can one say to the man who seemingly had it all and pissed it away for a few moments of illicit carnal knowledge? To quote Dan Akroyd ala SNL; "John, You Ignorant Slut!"