vote [this name here] ... working for you for ten years, though you'd never know it. Did that person ever ask for your opinion? Do you know the activities of that elected person? I'll waste paper and print on getting you to know my name, but will deny any favoritism toward anything ... I don't hate, don't dislike, don't strongly like ... I'm a politician.
Some don't get the job. Where are they, where were they? What were they doing? Who are they? To what groups do they belong? Would you really vote party ever? Why? Who is this person?
From one perspective, "We take the time to wipe out every last democrat off the face of the Earth, and they put in a sycophant that's more liberal than any democrat! Well, don't that beat all!"
I hate the fact that I have to declare a party in the primaries. In Indiana you must declare either Dumbacrat or Repukagain. Then in Fall you have lots of names, most of the names you recognize, but you don't know squat about who they are, moreover, few people understand the elected jobs.
After the election ... a wasteland of paper, stakes and ads. There supposedly is a fine for materials left and not cleaned, but I know of no person ever fined for the litter left by the marathon of "vote for me".
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
perenial pigs
Posted by Marcus at 9:02 AM
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