I live in the United States of America. It ain’t perfect, and I don’t pretend it is. And while I am American, I happen to love, love, love the world. I travel when I can and I try to learn about what goes on around the globe. America may be my home, but I hope to live as a citizen of the world. Don’t know why I felt a need to go into all that, but I did, so there.
Anyhoo – because I endeavor to be a somewhat responsible citizen, I do things like – oh, I don’t know – vote. And while it would be super-duper easy to vote along party lines… Actually – I can’t make that claim as I’m a registered independent. So let me be clearer. It would be easy to pick a stance and go with that. But I don’t work that way. No. I have to study the people, the viewpoints, the propositions, the hoo-doo and the hullabaloo before I make choices. And that, friends, while certainly a privilege, can also be a real pain in the ass.
The 2016 presidential race has begun (a long, long, time ago), and that means I am now watching debates. (“Debates” is a bit of a stretch, though, truth be told.) Last night’s debates reminded me of an MTV episode of “TRL” more than anything else. The way I saw it, there was no class and nothing resembling decorum, neither on the stage nor in the audience, and certainly not at the desk of the moderators. I mean – I’m a know-nothing hick and I at least know how a debate is supposed to look. What the hell?
I have about a jillion more debates to go before November of 2016. And – heaven help me – I pray they get better. Or at least more respectful. But who am I kidding? I should just face what’s coming and accept that my eyes are perilously close to getting stuck in roll-mode.