Let Us Breathe!

When you were a child taking a long car trip with your family did you sit in the back seat and, between wondering if you had enough money to buy the Sea Monkeys you saw in the advertisement in the Sgt. Rock comic book and trying to poke your brother's eye out with a Wheel-O, ask your father, about every five minutes, "Are we there yet?" This refrain usually started once you were out of your neighborhood, which means about three blocks. And, after the eighth chorus the wise father would tell you to shut up and threaten to drop you off at the side of the road so that you could better spend your time fighting off sidewinders and coyotes.

Let's move forward to today and ask ourselves who is crying "Are we there yet?" Well, lo and behold, the questioners are none other than those politicians who desire to become President of the United States. This week we have been treated with a broadcast debate between eight Democrats who want to park in the Oval Office. The Republican aspirants are falling all over themselves to offer their resumes to the voter. All of them are putting out their hats for the collection of the coins that the populace just cannot restrain themselves from dropping in to maintain the campaigns of their favorites.

And what is the difference between you and the pols. The difference is that the pols haven't even waited until the car is out of the driveway before wondering if they are there yet.

The election is a year and a half away. The campaign for the 2008 election began two months after the 2004 election. Up until this month most of the campaining has been for money (as Jesse Unruh said many years ago, "Money is the mother's milk of politics").

The candidates want you to be excited about them. They want your attention. They want your money. They want to tell you what you should think. The question is: are you excited about the. Any of them? Especially this early?

Whether they be microcephalic Democrats or hydrocephalic Republicans, they are parading themselves about like dominatrix hookers in jackboots and carrying whips while promising you the greatest experiance you've ever had if you'll toss them your pence and give them your vote. And not only are you not feeling randy, you're still recovering from the last election.

All this nonsense makes one nostalic for the days when party conventions really chose the presdential candidates instead of this never ending primary nonsense. If nothing else, then the voter was left alone to get on with his life until election day instead of being bothered with a bunch of beggars knocking at one's door.

This link shows the various presidential candidates waiting for the money and the votes: YouTube - Candidates Waiting for Votes and Donations Remember, you are the person in charge. Once you let them in, it's all over.