Elections
I have not written much about the current election season, which is to say that I have written nothing about the election at all, for which I do apologize. The comic possibilities raised by the lives and thoughts of the two main candidates are endless and I have chosen not to use them because I am very lazy. Therefore, I am resurrecting a post from 2004. No one liked it then; frankly, I am not sure if I like it now; but it is what it is and I am going to resurrect it from the Blogger boneyard. Enjoy!!!
Well, the silly portion of the political season has finally arrived and
not a moment too soon, I think; the voters can always use some
diversion. This year we are all a-buzz about election signs and posters
vanishing from roadsides the length and breadth of our happy little
burg, vanishing with the rapidity of freshly baked chocolate chip
cookies off the top of your grandmother’s oven. There’s no apparent
pattern to the thefts; signs for Republican and Democratic candidates
alike are disappearing during the dark of night with equal speed, with
each side declaring that they are the injured party and blaming the
other for the political pilferage. The local constabulary is now hot on
the case, the gendarmes declaring that they will get to the bottom of
the mystery posthaste and once again make our streets safe for
politicians to annoy honest citizens.
Frankly, I don’t care if the signs ever reappear; the streets look
just fine without them. I can remember the day when one such sign was
put up on a telephone pole near a busy intersection on South Cedar
Street, announcing that the gentleman running for office was an
outsider, new to politics and, unlike his predecessor, who'd been in
office for the better part of thirty years, not at all susceptible to
the blandishments and corruption that come with political power; the
poster finally weathered away halfway through the man’s third term in
the state legislature.
And if the posted signs were in any way protected from the elements
then they would never go away, remaining year after year until they
became an embarrassment. One famously bald local politico had to paper
over a poster like this at a bridge underpass; it had been there for
years, reminding the voters that when they first voted the man into
office he’d had a full head of hair and only one chin. Some politicians,
on the other hand, do that sort of thing on purpose. You can save a lot
of money on signs recycling last election’s signs for this campaign.
It’s good for the environment as well.
I can see the point of stealing some signs. I’ve read somewhere that
there are approximately 86,000 governmental bodies in the United
States, the vast majority of which hold elections to determine who gets
to run things. There’s so many state senators, assemblymen, aldermen,
mayors, school board members, town supervisors, and library board
trustees running at any given time that no voter can keep track off them
all, and before long they all start to blur together in one's mind. The
first time you really know who the candidates for some of these offices
are comes when you see their names on the ballot. You have no clue who
some of these people are, what with their signs disappearing left,
right, and center, and in that case why not just vote for the incumbent,
since you really don't want to waste your vote on someone you've never
heard of and who was obviously not clever enough to steal his opponent's
signs. Letting someone too dumb to steal his opponent's signs anywhere
near the public coffers is not a good idea, I think; if he doesn't
notice his signs are missing what else won't he notice when he actually
has the job?
You don’t always need signs or posters to run for office. A few
years ago my brother became the president of our local volunteer fire
company, elected for reasons that surpasseth understanding, as the Good
Book often says of the Lord when He goeth about smiting the hips and
thews of passersby for no immediately discernible reason. My brother was
a write-in candidate; he agreed to run because a firehouse faction, and
yes, we have those here, needed a warm body in the race. My brother
won, which everyone in the family found very odd, and makes one question
the wisdom of the whole concept of universal suffrage. In the United
States, candidates for public office run for that office; in the United
Kingdom, a more politically sedate country, candidates stand for office.
My brother is one of the few political candidates anywhere who sat on
his ass on a barstool for office. He has since retired from the
presidency, laying down the onerous burdens of civic responsibility and
returning to a richly deserved private life, ending all too early a none
too promising political career. He remains firmly ensconced on his
barstool, however, offering sage political advice to all and sundry,
which is what got him into trouble in the first place.
So for some, but not all, political races, stealing signs is not at
all a bad idea. This, however, brings up the question of why anyone
would steal the signs of the presidential candidates? Signs or not, it’s
not like the populace doesn’t know who’s running, what with those two
guys all over the evening news every night of the week and twice on
Sunday. Still, you can never be too careful. I bring my Keep Cool With
Coolidge sign into the house with me every night. You never know when
you’ll run into a John Davis Democrat; better to be safe than sorry.
People were awfully bitter about Davis' losing back in 1924.
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