Gramps
Mayor
I give as a link the evening TV schedules. That might be one of our biggest failings. Never a dull moment. No time to just kick back and smell the roses or the coffee of even whiff of fresh air after the smog clears out come late evening. If it isn't TV bang-bang-shoot em ups it's video games with more bang-bang-shoot em ups or, perhaps, a thrilling football game or ice hockey or basketball. Never a dull moment like back when baseball was the national sport -- you remember, seventh inning stretch after watching several innings of uneventful competition; no hits, no runs, no errors.
And that brings me to media who are, of course, the root of the evils.
Politics is an ongoing nerve tingller, not necessarily because it is but because media moguls have discovered there is more money to be made when a race is nip and tuck. Landslides in the making are yawners. They're not the kind of reporting that holds interest for very long and, in fact, are the perfect partner to a recliner's dream; a snooze.
Back when this race kind'a began Romney was thought to be a strict challenger if media had it figured right but it wasn't long before Obama edged him out and spawned a nail-biters delight. And the bait and switch goes on and will continue until election evening when it's time to finally sit back and await the returns while we wipe out an entire civilization with our zappers in a make believe world that only man could've created in his own image; a retake on Orson Wells War of the Worlds.
I really doubt that either candidate has had anything close to a comfortable edge from day one. Close elections have been rather common of late. But close on a day-following-day routine doesn't sell newspapers or glean backers for TV ads; it's boring. Media has to Amp up the volume to capture and then retain the viewing public's attention.
As for ads, well, it's awful. I have yet to see a candidate who reallu comes right out and says what he or she will do if elected but, rather, launches a tirade over what a bummer their opposition candidate is.
Our craving for suspense might be our downfall. But the dough we squander while amusing ourselves is what makes millionaires out of promoters who rig the odds to suit their tastes for money. As the season drags along I watch less and more less of the programming TV has to offer. I take more time out to smell the roses or the coffee or catch a whiff of fresh air after the blanket of smog lifts each evening. I don't do polls or opinions from paid consultants who, as things turn out, often knew less than I did about the climate surrounding issues of importance.
I do my duty. I vote and let the chips fall wherever they choose to land. There is always a tomorrow for those who live and for those who don't the results are meaningless. If, by chance, the candidate I DO NOT PREFER wins and things take a turn for the better I can lie like politicians do and say I voted for the man or I can paste a bumper sticker on my car that states "Don't blame me, I didn't vote for him" if things go sour. Each election cycle I look forward to the excitement they spawn for about the length of a single day.
Gramps
And that brings me to media who are, of course, the root of the evils.
Politics is an ongoing nerve tingller, not necessarily because it is but because media moguls have discovered there is more money to be made when a race is nip and tuck. Landslides in the making are yawners. They're not the kind of reporting that holds interest for very long and, in fact, are the perfect partner to a recliner's dream; a snooze.
Back when this race kind'a began Romney was thought to be a strict challenger if media had it figured right but it wasn't long before Obama edged him out and spawned a nail-biters delight. And the bait and switch goes on and will continue until election evening when it's time to finally sit back and await the returns while we wipe out an entire civilization with our zappers in a make believe world that only man could've created in his own image; a retake on Orson Wells War of the Worlds.
I really doubt that either candidate has had anything close to a comfortable edge from day one. Close elections have been rather common of late. But close on a day-following-day routine doesn't sell newspapers or glean backers for TV ads; it's boring. Media has to Amp up the volume to capture and then retain the viewing public's attention.
As for ads, well, it's awful. I have yet to see a candidate who reallu comes right out and says what he or she will do if elected but, rather, launches a tirade over what a bummer their opposition candidate is.
Our craving for suspense might be our downfall. But the dough we squander while amusing ourselves is what makes millionaires out of promoters who rig the odds to suit their tastes for money. As the season drags along I watch less and more less of the programming TV has to offer. I take more time out to smell the roses or the coffee or catch a whiff of fresh air after the blanket of smog lifts each evening. I don't do polls or opinions from paid consultants who, as things turn out, often knew less than I did about the climate surrounding issues of importance.
I do my duty. I vote and let the chips fall wherever they choose to land. There is always a tomorrow for those who live and for those who don't the results are meaningless. If, by chance, the candidate I DO NOT PREFER wins and things take a turn for the better I can lie like politicians do and say I voted for the man or I can paste a bumper sticker on my car that states "Don't blame me, I didn't vote for him" if things go sour. Each election cycle I look forward to the excitement they spawn for about the length of a single day.
Gramps
