Posted on October 15, 2008 in Anxiety Bipolar Disorder Campaign 2008
I am not going to watch the debate tonight because I don’t know how it will end. Sure I trust Obama to be strong, but I wonder if the American people will see McCain for what he is when he pulls up the garbage truck and dumps his load of calumny about Robert Ayers and ACORN. In other words, I don’t trust myself to be strong. I will be clutching a pillow and screaming into it for much of the show anyways along with most of the bipolars I know — at least the medicated, aware ones. Being sicker is not my idea of a better America for me.
I have no desire to see McCain bring his shit, baked in the heat of the Arizona sun and flipped onto the hot stove of his campaign committee just to make sure that every ounce of compassionate moisture is gone to the podium forming a slough for everyone to walk in. He’s angry, he’s scared, he’s behind. That makes him a mad dog eager to take a piece out of the Hope that Obama has generated.
The polls say that the negative campaigning hurts McCain. But the Republicans are saying “Repeat this mantra: Ayers, ACORN, Ayers, ACORN, Ayers” until the base froths at the mouth and attacks the Democrats standing in the lines at the polls with chants of “Kill Obama”.
McCain and Palin have scared the hell out of me so much that I have sent for my absentee ballot. As far as Election Day goes, I am going to be a cipher. As far as the debate, I am going to be reading or eating out or watching videos with my wife. I can’t take feeling myself rise to my feet and screaming at the top of my voice “You evil fool!” and to the People “Don’t let him mislead you! He’ll take you to hell!” No, I am better off without these passions. My cries will carry only as far as the glass of my television screen and the neighbors will think me strange.
So let me spare me the strain. The nation will go on. I have done my part to set it to a better course.
Yep, I am a wimp, but I vote.