Election Now? Please!

Presidential Election Race – Now?

So, got your favorite all picked for the next Presidential election? Going for McClain or Giuliani or Romney or maybe Fred Thompson (if he runs) or Newt Gingrich (if he runs)?

Or maybe your tastes run to Hilary or Barak or whoever among the many Democrat contenders there are now – the number changes all the time and I can’t keep track.

Getting all excited and ready to volunteer your time locally to get your man (or woman) elected?

Isn’t the next presidential election in November of 2008? And is it not March of 2007?

What the hell? Didn’t the last election just end, and now it is time to start a new one?

The first primaries are not for 10 months!! The election is not for 20 months!!

And the candidates are already snapping at each other. The “politics of personal destruction” are already at play. For those of you who don’t know, the “politics of personal destruction” is anything bad said about a Clinton (and not George Clinton of Parliament Funkadelic – my favorite Clinton). Anything bad they say about someone is OK, but anything bad said about them is “personal destruction” of “a vast right-wing conspiracy.”

Barak Obama is not black enough! What? If Slick Willie is black enough to be our “first black President,” Obama sure is.

Hilary is a bitch! Er, hmm, I mean one of the Clinton’s long time Hollywood buddies says she is a liar and a bitch (Geffin did not actually call her a bitch, I am paraphrasing).

Romney is a Mormon! What a weirdo! Last time I checked, we could be any religion we want in this country, even weirdo ones that allow you multiple wives. Only kidding, folks. Nothing wrong with being Mormon, some of my best friends are Mormon.

Giuliani is Italian, and he’s been married more than once! Oh, the shock, the horror! Seems to me, with a divorce rate at or near 50%, it was only a matter of time before we got a candidate with more than one marriage in his history. And, frankly, I would rather have a divorced President than one who is married only once, but likes to get his jollies with sweet young things wherever and whenever he can – even if he has to force her – and then has to lie about it. Of course, if I had a harridan like that bitch Hilary for a wife – I would mess around too – then kill myself before going home to that. Talk about horrors. Yikes!

So, the carnival has started, the merry-go-round is spinning, and all the news that’s fit to print or say or air or whatever will now be filled with very boring stuff.

Gee, I can hardly wait.