This is not a political column. If anything, it’s very anti-politics. I grow to hate the subject with a passion more so every day.
We have allowed elections to infest our daily lives and tear down the bonds that make us a civilized society. That can’t continue or we will find ourselves nothing but a huge version of Venezuela.
I’m sick of elections starting minutes after the last one was held. This last one began four years back, and this recent one has spawned the beginnings of 2028.
And it will be as nasty if not more.
All of my life, the big elections began around six months before, and when they were over that was it. Everyone went about their lives accepting that four years down the road the losers would have another shot.
Now too many people have become obsessed with “their team.” They want to make every grimy slog to the polls a Holy Crusade.
This is NOT the apocalypse. Neither candidate is the antichrist. You have been manipulated massively by the media. Holding on to that idea is a form of mental illness. Yes, you are mentally ill if you do that.
The people who are yanking your chain could care less about you. They are only interested in power. Their power.
Families, marriages and friendships are being torn apart by a bizarre hate that has swallowed their lives like a boa constrictor. If there is an antichrist, it’s the slimy bunch of malefactors who have injected themselves into your life and pumped your mind full of hateful sewage.
Columbus at the end of the War Between the States became an example for the rest of the country when our ladies held Memorial Day and placed flowers on all the graves, both Confederate and Union.
If that were today, they would have knocked over the tombstones and spray painted lewd comments on them.
I am sick of it.
Many families today have been split up, couples getting divorced and shunning Uncle Bill because he didn’t vote for the same candidate.
Sons and fathers. Mothers and daughters. Sisters and brothers. Old friends cast aside. Old friends who cast YOU aside.
I’m asking you ahead of time. Stop foaming at the mouth for one minute and ask yourself this question:
Is it worth it?
Thom Caraccio ([email protected]) is a retired musician and retired motion picture scenic artist living in West Palm Beach, Florida who hails from Columbus. He graduated from S.D. Lee High in 1968 and still considers Columbus his real hometown.
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