As Election time rolls near (November couldn’t come any fucking sooner, could it?), polls are popping up in every corner of the news, like when Starbucks was being built in every shopping area (and in the middle of the desert, swampland, subway, backyard, Albertsons, etc.). Some may say that the polls are wrong, but one thing is for sure: … … … One thing is for sure: … yeah, they’re usually wrong. The latest polls claim that Mr. Obama and Mr. McCain are practically neck-and-neck so far, with Mr. Obama leading by only a few percents. Basically, old white guys are voting for the old white guy, “minorities” (again, the quotations make the word un-racist) and people who can’t order off of the senior menu support the younger, less-white guy. Surprise, surprise, surprise. And then there are the true Americans, who take voting and polling so seriously, and are undecided. That’s what democracy is all about- being indecisive. The last seven and a half years have taught us so much about being apathetic, that a large group of Americans has yet to decide on who they would like to vote for in four months (the one time since childhood that eeny-meeny-miney-mo settles something).
I haven’t really decided if I’m proud of that, but I think I love being an indecisive American. Maybe. I dunno.
[Lola.]
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