We used to have a gentle and sweet rescue doggie named Sophie. No doubt abused in her previous life, she was a quivering wreck when we became her forever home. After much work, she became the most lovely of doggies and had a long and happy life with us.
The one thing she never got over was her fear of loud or contentious voices. At the first sign of what we came to call "harshness in the air", she would scoot into the bedroom to remove herself from the unpleasantness. Smart doggie.
After watching the Democratic debate a week or so ago, closely followed by the Republican debate, and witnessing the "harshness in the air", it suddenly occurred to me, a real epiphany of thought, a light bulb moment, the ultimate "aha" moment, that this whole political process has become so ugly, so harsh, that I didn't want to participate anymore.
I get it. Politics has always had an ugly side. But in the past, it was usually a somewhat genteel and sophisticated ugliness. Now, due to the undermining of our social behavior, it resembles a cage match that would make Ronda Rousey look like a pussy cat. Not to get too far off track here, but what the heck is up with women getting into cages and pounding the stuffing out of each other? Good grief!
Now couple that up with the bloggers who have already picked their "savior" from the lineup, becoming apoplectic over any of the other people vying for the nomination and their supporters, and the ugliness factor goes up by 110%.
It is no longer possible to believe anything you read. Comboxes have devolved into insult contests where people have become poo-flingers instead of commenters with something intelligent to say. How many of these commenters are real and how many of them are paid to fling poo?
As part of the awakening, it also occurred that I don't have any real influence over the primaries. I don't live in Iowa, New Hampshire, or South Carolina. I also don't have any influence over you or anyone else, either. Nor should I. It is for that reason I have not endorsed anyone for president. Besides, who really gives a rat's rear patootie who I like or don't like?
When this horribly long and slogging primary season is finally over, and we have a nominee for president, he will get my vote.
Even though I no longer believe that my vote counts, it doesn't mean I won't vote. It's really the only choice we have. It's as simple as that.
In the meantime, I will be distancing myself from the harshness in the air.
Frequent commenter, CassandraBird, and friend to this blog (who has become a personal friend) is in need of help.
Cassandra's Go Fund Me PageI was a live-in care giver for this gentle kind man for over ten years. He loved walking his dogs, sports and music - o my his music! Sadly he passed away yesterday of complications of Muscular Dystrophy. He was only 61.
When I came home from the hospital after he passed my cell phone was going crazy, the dogs were worried and I was exhausted and in despair. I went to the kitchen to feed the girls and I discovered the refrigerator was dead. Black and warm.
I fear that we could end up with no home. I literally have no money. My three girls and I could easily be on the streets. Asking for help is very hard for me but it seems there is no other option.
Any and all help is greatly appreciated.
Thank you in advance