It’s that time again. Time to watch the candidates go at it. Time for everyone to take sides. Time for those so inclined to declare, “I’m right. You’re wrong.”
When we’re in the heart of an election year, a little pit grows in my stomach. (You can’t see it, though, because it’s crowded out by the Oreos.) I just don’t like the way it all plays out. Never have.
Facebook gives us a new insight into everyone’s political leanings, too. It’s the perfect forum for posting those sweeping “All conservatives are (fill in the blank)” and “All liberals are (fill in the blank).” Time for the arguments to begin.
I can almost hear keyboards across the nation screaming…
“NO, I’M RIGHT!!”
“NO, I’M RIGHT!!”
And just like Pee Wee, I want to scream, “I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I??”
Just to alleviate the tension a bit.
It makes me sad. Truly, it does. And do I have a good answer? Nope. I just feel in my heart that we’re missing the point. And what do I think the point is? Love. Acceptance. Peace. Respect. Humanity.
I know, I know. You can argue that without (fill in the blank) provided by the Republicans or without (fill in the blank) provided by the Democrats, we’ll never have (fill in the blank). You’re gearing up to make your case, I know.
And you have the right to make your case. And so does your friend. And your neighbor. And your spouse. It just doesn’t have to be so… ugly.
The only politics I like, really, are the Politics of Dancing. Mostly because the hairdos in the video are so quintessentially 80’s. And because there are roller skates.
And because when the music’s blasting and you’re bustin’ a move on the dance floor, nobody seems very interested in verbal sparring.
Let’s dance, shall we? I think Pee Wee would approve.