The Vice-Presidential Debate and Election Fatigue
Just like most of you, I sat in front of my television on Thursday night waiting – no, hoping – that Sarah Palin would say something so ridiculous that the Republican ticket would be rendered irrelevant due to the sheer stupidity of its Vice-Presidential candidate. That didn’t happen, and once it became clear that it wouldn’t happen I kind of lost interest in the details. I am suffering from what I can only call “Election Fatigue.” I’m over-emotional, hanging on every factoid that the media throws at me, and re-prioritizing my television schedule to participate in the political process in ways that aren’t at all entertaining. You see, I decided who I was voting for a long time ago, so all of this article-reading and debate-watching is just, well, a frenzy. I feel powerless and frustrated at so many things surrounding this election and it stresses me out just enough to notice; I am convinced that most of us are going to need Post Traumatic Stress Disorder treatment come November fifth regardless of the outcome. Election Fatigue has most of us in its grips as we tolerate the ridiculousness of the Right, fantasize about an Obama presidency, and hope for the best.
How do I know that we’re all losing our minds? Lately a number of people have admitted to me that they feel sorry for Sarah Palin. “The poor thing!” they’ve said. “She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into, and she’s absolutely clueless.” While it’s true that Sarah Palin has done more to erode the stereotype that glasses are for smart people than Raj Thomas from What’s Happening?!?! ever could, please do not feel sorry for her. Save your liberal benevolence for Darfur, random crackheads in the hood, or even for Hillary Clinton. Do anything with your pity except hand it to Sarah Palin. She is vomitrocious. Barfilicious. A liar and a cheat like Katherine called Joe Jackson. Part of the beauty of being a liberal is having empathy for others, but please, save it for someone who’d have empathy for you. Do you feel sorry for Sarah Palin? If so, the election must be getting to you.
H/T Daily Kos
The Election Fatigue monster is fed by the sheer stupidity in motion we are forced to watch as the candidates court “undecided” voters. What are these people, lobotomized??? How can anyone be undecided at this point? As a result, my constant issue with the vice-presidential debate was the deer-in-headlights look on Sarah Palin’s face as she puked up all of the well-rehearsed crapola that caters to such voters. It was all very reminiscent of my days in sales, when I knew all of the facts and figures that would help corporate buyers flood their shelves with products that no one needed, no one really wanted to buy, and Thembi personally could care less about. That look, a look that I know rather well, is one of pseudo-enthusiasm laced with the self-awareness of mediocrity. Watching Palin throw in a “c’mon,” and “gotcha” in between winks was beyond nauseating, it was sad, because her phoniness and C-plus-ness passed for excellence in too many living rooms across America. Mediocrity is like a drug – the best thing about it is that when you’re mediocre, you’re never disappointed in yourself. Just like a drug, when you’re on that good stuff like Palin is, it pains the rest of us to watch you lame your way through events like that debate. Thanks to recent gaffe after gaffe, Sarah Palin succeeded in setting the bar so low that she couldn’t help but meet or exceed our expectations. Do you think that Sarah Palin “held her own” last night? If so, the election must be getting to you.
Even though I wasn’t alive back then, how much do I miss the sixties? I’d gladly go back to the days of Jim Crow if Sarah Palin could show up to the debate with a Nixon-esque 5 o’ clock shadow and come across as greasy and shifty as she really is on the inside. While Joe Biden is officially “my white daddy,” I believe that Sarah Palin is “evil,” and such a thing as “evil” only exists once I start listening to her call other people and countries “evil.” My dislike for her and her misrepresentation of facts has me adopting a whole new belief system. Basically, either my eyes deceive me or this totally unprepared person could easily be leader of our country someday. That means that she must be a Manchurian Candidate and someone else is pulling the strings. Have any of you also considered this possibility? It’s a C-O-N-spiracy, a belief that I have only ever had about the JFK assassination. And speaking of which, have your fears surrounding Barack Obama’s safety increased or decreased? As the far Right gets antsier about an Obama victory I can’t help but imagine some gun-toting red-stater, high on Bud Light and chewing tobaccy, going from talking trash to taking action against our Hope. He’s wearing a plaid shirt and standing by a pick-up truck. I can see it clear as crystal. The election is really getting to me!
Let me at least be positive about this. Instead of burying my head in the sand I’m trying to stay effectively involved, and I invite you to do the same. The next time you see one of those voter registration forms lying around at the library, or more likely at the liquor store, throw three or four of them into your handbag. When you’re at the club, ask any dude who tries to holla at you if he’s registered, and if not give him the form to fill out. Give him your phone number only after it’s been completed. Volunteer, volunteer, VOLUNTEER – at the polls, handing out fliers, or whatever. Remember that, worst case-scenario, your life will continue just as it has these past eight years, and in the best case, we’ll be able to sleep a little more soundly because we know that our government is on the capable side. And most importantly, request November fifth off from work now so that on Election Night you can booze it up without consequence, be it out of celebration or lament. ‘Cause this one is really gonna be a doozy.