It feels like it's been y-e-a-r-s. Oh, that's right, it has been.
Meanwhile, all those millionaires and billionaires who won't allow a penny to be squeezed out of their tight fists so that a child can get health care have been throwing buckets of cash at -- again, let's be honest -- all the candidates. Yes, some have been targeted by more of this generosity than others, and we all know who they are. The Rove's and the Koch's and all those other weasels have been waltzing around tossing hundred dollar bills at candidates like Little Orphan Annie cartoon characters.
Barack Obama has been a good president, probably as good as any we could have gotten in this catastrophic post-W. era. But he's no 98-percenter, anti-Wall-Street liberal.
And so many of us are supporting candidates who could be heros, if they can only spend enough money to be heard over the sound of all the corporate speech that's going on. So we give our $5, $25, $100 or more whenever we can and whenever they ask.
And boy do they ask.
Think of all the good things we could have done with that money. We could have paid down some of our own personal debt. We maybe could have taken our kids on a vacation. We could have done a couple of car or house repairs that we can't afford. We could have had that doctor's visit that we keep putting off. Or just gotten a haircut.
But we need to keep feeding this god-awful monstrous campaign machine. How on earth did we get here? Why do we tolerate this enormous drain on our time, on our wallets, on our country?
And yet, on November 7, those fools in the media are going to start to conjecture on who's going to run in 2016, and damn if it doesn't start all over again.
So last night, after five minutes of same old/same old, I went back to the DVD I had been watching, George Harrison: Living in the Material World, by Martin Scorsese. I think I made a good choice.
Only one thing might have convinced me to stay tuned to the debate:
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