Not that I’m complaining, but the primary election season around these parts has been eerily quiet, mainly because most township seats are uncontested.
Usually, this time of year is full of political letters, campaign signs and literature, and candidates going door-to-door like the Fuller Brush Man trying to sell themselves.
Politics is the world’s second oldest profession and more often than not, it’s indistinguishable from the first.
If most candidates were truly honest with us, their pitches would go something like this ? ‘For the cost of one vote or one campaign contribution, I’ll say anything you want, be anything you want, do anything you want. But remember, I’m fickle. So, if I meet someone who can give me more votes or more money or both, I’m theirs . . . at least for a while.?
Wow, that was pretty steamy.
Maybe I’ll write the political version of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.?
I’ll call it ‘Fifty Shades of Brown? since most politicians are full of . . . well, you know.
I guess I should be grateful for the peace and quiet. I’ve reported on ? and been involved in ? a lot of political battles over the years, so it’s nice to have a rest.
Besides, this bliss will quickly end once the Phony Conservative and the Genuine Socialist really start going at each other for that big leather chair in the Oval Office.
Remember boys, the rough stuff costs extra.