Oh, for the love of....
It's not just me, right? It's frustrating, isn't it? To see intelligence and articulateness losing out to a comfortable, Andy Griffin-style twang and a handful of down-home half-witticisms? I just don't understand.
Even if I wanted to, it's apparent that I could never be a politician myself. I mean, I'd never consider myself an intellectual, but I do enjoy debate. I can appreciate the nuances of complicated issues. On the color scale, I personally believe that life is a hell of a lot more gray than it is black and/or white. But according to the latest poll numbers, that ain't what NASCAR fans wanna hear.
Not that Kerry's lost. If the press would stop giving GW the benefit of the doubt with regard to his incessant grammatical slip-ups and impossible leaps of logic, Kerry might very well kick George's butt in the coming presidential debates, which could definitely help his numbers.
What Kerry really needs, though, is a new, homey, well-lit 30-second spot--the kind filled with golden light and healthy seniors and, most of all, hordes of shiny, happy children. He needs copy that'll explain the importance of debate and discussion and the impossibility of easy answers. He needs to critique GW's reliance on platitudes and empty, boilerplate rhetoric and offer plans of his own. Given Bush's accomplishments (or lack thereof), this ought to be a fucking cakewalk, people!
Dear goddess, I'm soapboxy these days. Decaf, maybe?
