The Election of My Dreams
I couldn't imagine being up on stage, debating the political future of the most powerful nation in the world. I would never win; I know this. I am too honest. I am way too nice. I don't know enough cold hard "facts" about the so-called important stuff to be able to lay the foundation for a successful political sparring match, and truth be told, that is more than fine with me. I don't like yelling, smirking or aggression. I despise liars. I don't like to be patronized, and the only flip-floppers I ever want to see are the comfy black pair of Scotts that I wear on my feet day after day in paradise. Perhaps that is why I don't feel compelled to write about politics very often. I don't have much to add to the ongoing arguments over the country's ills. I know the problems. I live here, for heaven's sake. But debating over how to fix those problems isn't what debates are all about, at least not at this point in our political (d)evolutio