It’s a blue day here at The Scottie Chronicles. And not in a good way. See, it’s mid-term election time and I’m afraid things aren’t boding well. I usually let the peeps handle all this political stuff. ‘Cause I don’t care. As long as I get my green beans and a belly rub, things are good with me.
But, really, from what I’ve overheard in the media and during Our walkies in the evenings, things are pretty bad with American politics. I pay attention. The peeps don’t know that I pay attention. But I do.
What I don’t get is how voters can be so apathetic. Make that “non voters.” How, after all, when people have died to get voting rights and where there are countries where voting will get you killed, kind of, how can you not vote?
And how, please explain, can you vote for people who hate? Lots of politicians seem to hate women, children, people who aren’t white, people who are so-called Christians, people who look or believe differently.
What’s up with that?
I mean, a dog is a dog. Whether you’re a Scottie or a hound or a mutt, we’re all still dogs after all. Just because I’m a brindle mix and you’re not, that doesn’t make you any less of a dog. Or me any more of a dog.
It’s kind of like that. All we really need are green beans and belly rubs. Right?
Who cares if I have different beliefs than someone else?
Things aren’t all rosy here in the good ‘ole US of A. And it’s going to get worse, I’m afraid. Just wait ’till the next pawsidential election. That’s going to be pretty. NOT.
Poor Obama. He’s a black guy, just like me. And he gets no respect. None. Nada. Zilch. And now it’s going to be worse. If that’s pawsible.
I’ve got my money on Mark Warner. He’s a good guy. My paws are crossed he wins yesterday’s election. It’s too close at this point.
I really think I should run for public office. If I were to run, I would accept NO MONEY. From anybody.
And you know what’s the saddest thing of all? Yesterday, when I walked with the peeps to the polling place, I saw one of my young neighbors who was voting for the first time in his life. Afterwards, he said it was exciting. Democracy in action, he said. And he was off to school to convince his classmates to go vote. Seems they just don’t care.
Now THAT’S scary.