Monday, September 10, 2012
Here They Come
Conventions over, my least favorite time of any year now begins: Inundation by political commercials, non-stop, both sides, races up and down the ticket. If I couldn't push a mute button I'd have to pull a trigger.
In this, I'm highly non-partisan: I can't stand any of them. It goes without saying that Romney's, of course, are several rungs below the rest, because he's made it clear he'll never stop lying about Obama, nor provide any real information about his own plans. But after a while, they all meld into one exasperating and indistinguishable morass of claims, counter-claims, shrieks and threats. Adding to the depressing displays, in my state there'll be the need to witness the soulless and inhuman pronouncements of how same-sex marriage threatens us all, how denying fellow human beings their rights is the Christian thing to do; how love is a commodity to be doled out by referendum. I absolutely hate it.
If it weren't for my addictive need to watch Grimm, The Mentalist, and Castle (I've never called myself highbrow), along with the occasional Masterpiece, The Daily Show, and, naturally, sports of all sorts, I'd put my TVs in storage for the next two months.