Sunday Mutterngs

 

I finally and happily threw this stack of mailers away yesterday. 

It represents only a partial sampling of what we've received in our mailbox over the past few weeks. 

That one with his head upside down sent us three in one day this past week. 

Bill and I do look at them when they come----just to see how ridiculous their information happens to be. 

Or, we want to see the common-sense choices some of them might suggest, like, for example, the one on top located in the middle of the pile. 

As far as persuasion, this general waste of paper only enhances our position on who we are going to vote for or NOT. 

Like that gun-totin' family scene, with a live dog, no less.  

Hope that dog behaves. 

It was good to throw the stack away yesterday.  We were speculating that we might get another pile in the mail either yesterday or Monday. 

None yesterday, so maybe only one more day to worry about.

This morning in the local paper, there was an announcement on the opinion page that it is now past deadline for any more political letters to the editor. 

YES!

That was another tangible indicator that this high-priced, ongoing, often 24-7, nauseating character assassination will soon end, at least here in Idaho.

Which brings me back to all the real woes and urgent needs we really do see on a daily basis.  

WHY is so much money spent on political campaigns, when those same entities funding the campaigns could instead pour all that money into something constructive--- something that will really help the general population a whole lot more than electing people--both good or bad--who--thanks to the messages in all this advertising---are surely the scum of the earth.  

And, when you think that much of that money goes toward stuff thrown ending up everyone's garbage can, ya gotta wonder about the efficiency of how those funds were spent. 

I also wonder if we'd do away with one or two-year-long campaigns, how much happier we would all be and how much easier it might be for us to try to get along with each other. 

In my mind, campaigning in America has turned into an albatross, grabbing hold and pulling us down, down, down rather than uplifting us. 

If only someone with some scruples and courage would offer bills to the State and Federal legislative bodies to limit campaigns to no more than a month, think of how much happier we'd all be and how so much more money would be available to spend on important things:  like lifeguards at City Beach, for example. 

Just a thought. 

It will be very interesting to see how we're all feeling about this year's campaign, come Wednesday morning.  

The one thing we do know for certain is that at least of portion of the misery will be gone.  

The question is:  will the results suggest that it will be worse than ever?

Guess we'll find out.  At least for now, the pile of papers on my island has gone to the trash. 

At least some of my garden is thriving, even though I wonder if my second planting of beans will come up. 

These hot and cold flashes of weather have got to be confusing for little seeds that want to enter the world above the dirt. 

Cabbage, lettuce and broccoli are all doing fine, as are the little weeds that like to keep them company.