I’m a unrepentant political junkie. I am. Of the 157 presidential debates…I watched every single one. I take notes. Watch all Sunday shows. Read candidate’s books. Forget to eat or leave the house for days. I love it. I live for this stuff.
This has been the most riveting campaign I have ever Twittered. Hands down.
The dramatist, John McCain has concocted the most captivating performance art this country has ever seen. I love Sarah Palin. She is a humorist’s wet dream. I’m convinced the moment she was picked to be the Republican VP nominee, history’s greatest satirists turned over in their collective graves out of jealousy that they never got to pick this ripe low lying fruit of funny, Mrs. Sarah Palin.
It’s been a riot. The gaffes. The Putins. The sentences to no where. Each day waiting for the next fix of stupid. I’ve been on a bender with health insurance that won’t cover rehab. Weee!
Then it occurred to me: Sarah Palin could be the president of the United States. After all, Father Time is in the tank for Obama and he’s been plotting to assassinate McCain. He could strike at any moment. Then we’d have a Hockey Mom with an IQ comparable to a hockey score as the leader of the free world.
So with that being said, I’m volunteering to be a poll watcher for the Obama campaign in - wait for it - Ohio. Why? First because I can. Second because if not me, who?
Third because democracy requires participation.
I write this note from my motel room at the Travelodge next to the Waffle House Columbia, MO. If you would like to pitch in for gas - feel free to donate to the Paypal account we have set up. I’m going to try to update here as much as possible. Twitter is easy. Follow me on Twitter.
Anyway, there are seven days left of the election. It’s been two years in the making. And here I am…in the mid-midwest.
"Grr!"