A whole week since I last posted — time to shake off the post-vacation funk and get on with business. (What business there is, given the slow economy. Yes, I feel it. Marketing is always deemed expendable when belts are tightened.)
But it’s more than just post-vacation pouting — for the first time in my life, I’m actually fearful of how a presidential election might turn out. (Unlike Mrs. Obama, who, for the first time in her life, was proud of her country this year.) I fear what will happen to our country, and to my own little piece of it. As sick as I am of the election, I don’t know whether to wish the next two weeks would hurry up already, or hope they pass ever-so-slowly to delay any debacle.
It’s an awful feeling — what should be the ultimate celebration of life in a democracy has become for me a day to be dreaded and feared. I can’t believe anyone would have to be encouraged to vote this year.
But if you’re not competent enough, as an adult old enough to vote, to know how to register or how to vote, then I don’t think you should be voting at all. But no worries, I’m sure someone has already come up to you on the street, shoved a form in your hand, and told you whom to vote for. That’s part of life in a democracy too, I suppose. It’s all about taking the bad with the good — all I can do is pull the lever (or touch the screen or punch the ballot) and hope others who think like me are doing the same (and the rest of you are staying home — ha ha). Que sera sera.
Upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.
~ Alexander the Great
Writing by Ear 