“It’s Too Soon for Voter Burnout “

What I find most depressing about the state of politics these days, and there is plenty to choose from, is that people no longer spend their time disagreeing about the interpretations of facts or the solutions they might feel the facts warrant. Oh, no. It’s common now for the opposing parties to bring a different set of facts to the table on every issue and spend all their time disputing the facts themselves. Hence, no debate is ever settled and the divide just keeps getting wider.

As it stands, we are less than 140 days out from the next presidential election and the only thing everyone can agree on is that it is going to get a whole lot uglier before it’s over. Buckle up, my fellow Americans. One can expect the mudslinging political ads to increase right along with your blood pressure. This is where I come in. As the Belle of All Things Southern, your happy hostess, pledges to toss in the occasional political humor during the next few months, just to make sure no one’s head explodes from the pressure. You’re welcome.

With that in mind, I once heard a story about a certain hard-working candidate who was running for state-wide office. This was going to be his last campaign, win, lose, or draw, so he was giving it his all, stumping door to door until the very last minute. As you can imagine, he was more than a little tired of shaking hands and kissing babies when he knocked on a door in his own hometown and came face to face with a scowling voter. The poor politician barely had time to introduce himself and appeal for the man’s support before his constituent said, “Vote for you? You’re lucky I didn’t slam the door in your face. Why, I’d rather vote for the devil!”

“I understand,” said our very weary candidate. “But since your daddy’s not running, may I count on your support?”

Hugs,
Shellie