Git it over with Pleasssee


Students have come to expect it from me, and I will not disappoint. Yes, especially in this election year, they will still get that lecture I give about voting and about how men and women died to earn them that right and how if they aren’t going to exercise that right then by golly they are low-down yellow-bellied egg-sucking dogs.

Okay. I don’t go quite that far but it’s the gist of it. Voting is important. I believe that. I really, really do believe that.

Only this season, I am the one in need of my own lecture. I’ve plum nearly made Voting is Important into a personal mantra as a means to convince myself.

Never in all of my borne days have I come to disdain an election season more than I do this one. I am sick-to-death of all of it.

I am sick of Obama.

I am sick of Mitt Romney.

I sleep through Biden’s speeches.

And I don’t even know who Paul Ryan is.

Mama asked me where he was from and I had to Google his bio.

I don’t believe a single word any of them say. Not. One. Single. Word.

Mitt Romney says he’s going to bring jobs to America. As far as I can tell Romney has about as much chance of bringing jobs back to America as the Tanning Mom does in avoiding skin cancer. Or Honey Boo-Boo does in growing up sane.

And Obama is the biggest disappointment since Fen-Phen. We could count on him to make us feel better about ourselves but that serotonin-rush was short-lived and had dire consequences.

This election season has wiped the whimsy from Facebook’s otherwise congenial community. I keep one-eye closed now when reading status updates. I’ve even gone so far as to completely delete so-called friends — in reality people I barely know — just because their rants about their candidates are so wearisome and I’m worn out with all this ugliness.

I’ve got enough personal ugliness to deal with. I don’t need to borrow trouble. And if you ask me, both Romney and Obama are nothing but trouble.

In no small part because of that completely inane ruling that lets presidential candidates raise and spend an amount equal to the national debt on their bad-mouthing-one-another campaign.

I know good men and good women died fighting to earn us our freedoms, one of which is the freedom to vote. I know that better than either of those men running for office.

But I swear to the barefooted Jesus voting for either of these candidates is like throwing your pearls before swines. And by swines, I mean Super PACs.

Yes. I will vote this year. But I believe I’m going to just write in the good Rev.Billy Graham.

Lord knows the only way this country is going to survive after this election is on a wing and a prayer.

Karen Spears Zacharias is author of After the Flag has been Folded and a bunch of other great books. Read them. Learn something. Think about it.  



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