I feel like I'm immersed in a simmering cauldron of politics.
Slogans and campaign promises permeate the air.
My very skin oozes with partisan posturing.
I cannot wash off the stench.
There is only one remedy....
Oh November!
Where is thy ballot box?
I am ready to plight my troth.
Perchance afterward these politicos will crawl back into their caves and leave me in peace for a few weeks.... until the next Presidential race begins. For I am sure that the wheels will turn and the schemers will reorganize themselves and some damn fool will declare they are running for the 2012 election by Christmas.
We just might be left in peace long enough to have a happy Thanksgiving.
(My my, aren't we the harbinger of sweetness and light today? What? Can't take it any more? Try getting puncutation reform on the ballot sometime. Then you'll know what frustration REALLY is...)