Tomorrow's Super Tuesday. Not a football game, but might as well as be. I wouldn't mind seeing Clinton and Obama in pads, down in three-point stances, then on hut one, hut, two, hut three they fire out throwing forearms at each other's heads. It would be better than the sniping they do at each other. It's like I used to tell my kids when they were little and they'd be bickering at each other and come running to me. I don't want to hear about it unless blood's involved. I wouldn't mind seeing a bloody nose or two on the campaign trail.
Oh, wait, we're all much too civilized for that, aren't we?
All you read about in the news (and yes, I still get most of my news by reading it, and not listening to late night talk show hosts joke about it) is how the media is rating the candidates on their lack of messaging, or connecting with the voters.
Effing reporters anyway. They've gotten as bad as lawyers. Lawyers ruined government because all they think about is making laws. Reporters have ruined the electoral process the same way. Reporters, or writers, think in terms of messages, the one big idea, breaking communication down into its parts. So all these reporters are judging the candidates the way they'd judge communication experts. And candidates, thank the good Lord, or not candidates, they are not equipped to run the country. And for some damn reason, because the politicians craved the press' attention so much, they just played along. This happened over time, but now our campaign process has been taken over by the media. A bit of the inmates running the asylum, with candidates jumping through hoops that the reporters set up.
It's been described as a circus, and that's what it looks like from my perspective, complete with some of the goofiest clowns on the planet.
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