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Bloggy Blog #50

For the 2006 gubernatorial election in the state where my parents live, they told me they voted for someone I'll refer to as Person X, simply because they knew him. They knew him because they read about him in newspapers and heard him mentioned often during the noon and six o'clock newscasts. This was because Person X was the state's Attorney General the previous eight years. With my parents living close to the state's capital, they were inundated with plenty of the Attorney General's words and actions over time. Most of the voters across the state must have learned about him in similar fashion, as he completely smoked his opponent in the election. To this date it is still the widest margin of victory in the history of the state's gubernatorial elections - a history that traces back almost two-hundred fifty years. Fortunately, the tenure of Person X as governor was very short-lived. Just eleven months into his term, his approval rating dipped to a frightful thirty-three percent. Four months later, he resigned due to his involvement in a prostitution scandal.

To say I'm concerned with who my parents might vote for President this November is an understatement. Two scenarios I'm pushing for them are A) in their opinion there is literally nobody worth voting for, so they simply will not, or B) they're old and tired and just don't give that much of a shit to cast a ballot anymore. While I'm certainly not pushing for them to just not vote at all, I wouldn't be surprised to find out a good chunk of the country is feeling the same way right now. I know I'm not sold on anyone.

For many others like my parents, it's looking more like there will be two dark corridors they can venture. The two candidates currently leading their respective major party nominations are completely dishonest people. While all politicians are dishonest, these two in particular are brazenly so. Sometimes, they will own up to their mistakes, but most of the time they do not - wherein of course they enact the classic spin of displacing the issue onto someone or something else.

It's not worth mentioning the names of these two candidates because, much like the short-termed governor I spoke of earlier, they are simply not worth mentioning. Just more deceitful personalities looking to say anything to win your vote and then screw you over once they get settled into office. When the two most desperately-pandering candidates are the front runners for this election, that truly says more about the pathetic state of this country than anything. I can only hope my parents - and others - are reading between the lines of these candidates instead of following the manipulative rhetoric like sheep all the way up to November.

And we've got seven more months of this nonsense. Plenty of time to find my damn passport.

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