Why Politics Is A Waste Of You Best Energy
My voter registration card is pinned to the bulletin board above my desk along with sticky notes and magazine cutouts. It occupies one of the most important spaces in my home because it is one of the most important things I own. It reminds me that I have the freedom to use my voice.
And yet, voting feels like choosing between a pile of horse shit and a pile of cow shit. Nevertheless, I end up voting for one of them because I can tolerate a brand of stink a little better than the other. Neither of them possesses any true leadership, and they all have their heads up their asses.
In the 2020 presidential race, both piles of shit are old white men who are out of touch with the lives of ordinary Americans, and when I say they’re old, I mean they both have as much appeal as a desiccated corpse. In the Montana gubernatorial race, I can choose between a candidate who body-slammed a reporter because he didn’t like the questions the reporter was asking or a candidate who is as inspiring as a wet noodle. And as far as my vote for our tight Senate race is concerned, let’s just say it went to the pile shit on the winning side of Eeny Meeny Miny Moe.
Despite this cynicism, an idea moves me to vote in every election. This idea compels me to fill in the circle for one of those piles of shit and that is the knowledge that a century ago…
