In a few short months, our country will elect a new leader, a process that takes place every four years. As in years past, many of us feel we’re faced once again with the choice of “the lesser of two evils.” Having to choose between one candidate with narcissistic personality disorder and no filter and another candidate whose big fat lies keep getting bigger and fatter isn’t much of a choice.
Some people have expressed their dissatisfaction by planning either not to vote at all or to write in a candidate of their own choosing. They want to “send a message” to the powers that be that they’re unhappy with the two-party system or with the entire political process in general. I understand the frustration, but both those choices are no-wins: it’s like having to decide whether to eat liver and onions with a side of mashed potatoes, or St. Louis-style (thin crust) pizza with anchovies and provel cheese every day for the next four years . . . possibly eight, although I can’t wrap my head around that possibility just yet.
Most people have pretty strong feelings for or against both. I, for one, would never willingly eat liver and onions, but if they won the election, I could live on mashed potatoes. I love St. Louis style pizza and provel cheese . . . the anchovies, not so much, but I could pick them off.
But what if you hate liver and onions (even with mashed potatoes) AND St. Louis style pizza, regardless of the toppings?
Sure, you could choose to not vote at all, but that’s not really going to make a difference, is it? Liver and Onions or STL Pizza is going to win, and you’re going to be stuck with one or the other. At least if you vote and your candidate doesn’t win, you can say, “Don’t blame me! I didn’t vote for it!”
If you aren’t happy with either choice and want to make sure your voice is heard, you can certainly write in a candidate, like cheddar cheeseburgers with all the fixin’s, or Chicago-style hot dogs, or Southern Fried chicken, or . . . the list is endless, which is my point: you’ll never get enough people to vote for any one write-in candidate. Sure, you’ll be making a statement, but will anyone really listen . . . or care?
It seems to me we’ve missed our chance to be heard. Our time to speak up is gone. The candidates are in place and now we must choose . . . between fishy pizza with runny cheese, and organ meat topped with a slimy, tear-inducing vegetable.
Which can you swallow for the next four-to-eight years?