So says the little orange decal they gave me as I walked out of the Board of Elections in Athens this crisp Wednesday morning. The ‘rents and I got there about ten-after-nine and I don’t think we were in the jernt for more than a half-hour. Took much quicker than we had expected.
As a rule (and really, it’s broken so often around here it’s more of a guideline), I try not to get into politics too much on the blog…but I saw things a bit differently this time around. After being on the fence for a good while, I decided that I’d vote for change that I need…and I’ll only be too happy to explain why.
When Senator John Sidney McCain III ran against George W. Bush for the GOP presidential nomination in 2000, he had just racked up a phenomenal win in New Hampshire and had—as the Senior Bush once termed it—“the big mo.” McCain enthusiastically charged into South Carolina, intending to duplicate his NH success—but was cut short by a smear campaign that accused the candidate of being gay, cheating on his wife Cindy (who was also accused of being a drug addict), and of being some sort of “Manchurian Candidate”—alleging that he had been brainwashed during his incarceration as a POW during the Vietnam War. But the real muck tossed around had to do with McCain’s adopted daughter Bridget, a Bangladeshi orphan brought back to the U.S. by Mrs. McCain and later adopted by the family. Rumors were spread that Bridget was not adopted but was actually McCain’s daughter, conceived out of wedlock with a black prostitute. As a result of these stomach-churning tactics (courtesy of Bush and company, who straight-facedly maintained that they had nothing to do with it), McCain lost to his rival in South Carolina.
But in 2008—everything had changed. McCain hired many of the scumbags responsible for his defeat (including Tucker “I leave a trail of slime wherever I go” Eskew) to work on his own campaign. When asked by the media how he was able to summon up such a reservoir of forgiveness, McCain simply remarked it was time to “let bygones be bygones.” The fact that McCain was so willing to do anything and everything—despite the fact that any normal human being would have hired a pair of no-neck goombahs to introduce the foreheads of the people responsible for smearing his daughter (his own daughter, ferchrissake!) into the business end of a brick wall (with a little kneecapping for good measure)—to become President immediately turned me off. Despite my reservations about Barack Obama, it was safe to say that John McCain was out of the running as far as I was concerned. (I do, however, get a chuckle out of the fact that these clowns would have appeared—if the present polls produce a winner in Obama—to have screwed McCain a second time. Hey—you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas.)
If anything, John McCain made my decision to support Barack Obama for me. Whenever I would watch the news and catch up on the latest sleazy tactics being rolled out by Team McCain, I would giggle when any talking head would intone: “McCain continues to use these tactics and they’re not working.” Well, they worked for me—I decided not to go anywhere near the McCain campaign unless I was wearing a HazMat suit. Any pretense that McCain had to that "honor" he endlessly burbles about vanished about the time he and Governor Gidget decided they couldn't win on the issues and that smearing their opponents was the quickest route to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
I’m still not entirely certain that Barack Obama can win this election. There are an awful lot of undecideds out there, and if past is prologue, they have a tendency to break towards the underdog when the sand in the hourglass starts to run out. I’d like to see Obama get a surprise win in Georgia, but despite it being as close as it is right now I’m not convinced it will happen. I do know that I feel secure with my vote, and for all those individuals who have had to put up with the political stuff here at TDOY you can rest assured that this will be the last politically-themed post for a while. The fact that I don’t espouse sentiments like those in the following Scott Bateman video assures me that I can look at myself in the mirror each morning: