I don’t know which I’m finding more irksome, the “For the love of all that’s holy, [CANDIDATE X] must be stopped, by any means necessary, lest the entire planet spin out of control and fall into the sun!” folk, or the “Jeez, [CANDIDATE X] sure is a clueless dolt, compared to smug little ol’ me and the candidate of my choosing” sorts.
Because, really, it’s getting old from both sides.
Which is not to say that one candidate or the other (or both) isn’t a potential cosmic peril to the planet (or at least our nation upon it), or that one or the other (or both) isn’t a dolt. But the shrillness/smugness is way past its sell-by date, and by the time November rolls around, I’m liable to start getting really nasty about it.
Just a Friday afternoon thought.
*popping popcorn and settling in*
“Mr. McGee, don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
No, really — I get stupid when I get angry and nasty. Not very entertaining.
That’s ok, I took up shooting (again) in lieu of political talk.