Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Life in These United States

Yesterday I was a bad citizen. It was Election Day and I did not vote. Honestly, here in Maine I don't even know why people were bothering. All over town, political signs began sprouting up like crabgrass weeks ago, urging one to vote for more Medicare or less rent control, or maybe the other way around. Most intriguing were the ones asking, "Why So Shady, Shawn?" and directing you to WickedShady.com. (Turns out Shawn wanted another casino in the state, which is why he's wicked and shady.) I ignored them.

Better get started!
Harder to ignore were all the phone calls we got every night urging us to do such-and-such and get so-and-so elected. I consistently hung up on every one of them, refusing to be talked at by a robot. After all, if Donald Trump is in the White House telling the nut who runs North Korea that, "We have a nuclear submarine positioned," and also tweets about "unleashing fire and fury," does it really matter who's doing what at the grass roots level here in Maine, a state with more cows than people?

It wasn't always like this. Years ago I was a good citizen and took my responsibilities seriously. But the low caliber of those in office has cured me of that. Ditto the preponderance of random mass shootings. Or even non-mass shootings, like the one just yesterday in a local Walmart store that never made national news. A customer had an altercation with another customer and "a shot was discharged." Nobody was hurt, but as the drama was unfolding a woman entering the store heard the shot, then turned and ran back outside, only to drop dead on the street. According to an eyewitness I heard on the evening news, "that lady must have got pretty anxietied from what she saw inside." (Grammar is not all that important around these parts.)

Most days I try to pay as little attention as possible to the world and focus instead on taking my medications, eating right and keeping my head down. I suggest you all do the same.

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