doodledee

Well, it's here. In 24 hours we'll only be 10 weeks of court cases and a couple of riots away from knowing who our next president will be. And let me be the first to say thank god it's over. I am so sick of the whining and the complaining and the "he's worse than Hitler"-ing. I'm sick of the doofs on bridges holding signs and waving and causing traffic to back up. I'm sick of the yard signs. I'm sick of the commercials and the junk mail and the phone calls. I'm sick of the celebrity endorsements and the same old stump speeches at rally after rally. I'm sick of pretty much all of it.

But don't get me wrong, I obviously kind of like it, too. Enough so that the scenario where the election ends in an electoral college tie - which, according to current estimates, would result in a Bush/Edwards White House come January – is something I'm not necessarily rooting against. On one had it'd freak a lot of people out, which would make for some good national drama, but on the other it might actually force the two parties to work together and save Democracy. At least until cable TV, talk radio and the internet finish their job of killing it off, that is.

So bring on the next chapter. I'm ready for the legal battles and the accusations of cheating and the overuse of the word 'disenfranchisement'. I'm ready for the recounts and the re-recounts. I'm ready for the lost ballots. I'm ready for the controversy. I'm ready for all of it.

Oh, and that sound you hear is the thunder of a million bloggers at a million keyboards frantically typing out a million last minute election-related entries full of not-so-intellectual observations and lame witticisms. They do this out of fear that come Wednesday they'll be back where they were in May, left with nothing to talk about except their cats and how boring their jobs are. I can't decide if that's better or worse than the uninspired political commentary we're subjected to now.

I gotta get a cat.

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