The Widdershins

It’s my turn up at bat and I have a confession to make: I’m all tapped out.

With less than 80 days to go before we choose our next POTUS, the exhaustion has set in. It seems as if we have been having this interminable conversation forever.

Beginning with the GOP debates which offered a glimpse of the insanity to come, the last 18 months of never ending crapola has taken its toll.

This summer has been one of the hottest on record. My hatred toward humidity is no more evident than when my electric bill arrives and I have almost doubled my usage by turning on the A/C for comfort.

People are shooting at one another for no other reason than that they can.  No longer bothered to sit down and write a letter to the editor to express indignation, just become a one man arsenal to get those feelings out into the open and blast away!    It’s become almost a weekly event.

My beloved Red Sox are in the basement. The players hate the manager, the manager hates the front office, the front office hates the stats and the fans are pissed off.  The pitching sucks, the players seem not to care, and those paying the price to sit in one of those pricey seats are getting ripped off.  Another trying year in Red Sox Nation.

The partisan pundits have ramped up the decibel level to “11” and trying to make sense out of any of it is useless. 

The GOP is stuck with one of the most unlikable candidates on record and though they may not openly admit to this fact, they know it. His emergence as their standard bearer was a fluke based on his being “less crazy” than his challengers when all was said and done.

His choice as a running mate has stirred up the conversation surrounding his role as the architect who will dismantle Social Security and every other program considered as safety nets for seniors, the working poor, and the middle class.  Those defending this proposal are driving me nuts.

I am tired of listening to the “stupid”. Weary of the ignorance that passes for political discourse. Burnt out by the ugliness of campaign rhetoric. Disturbed by the quality of candidates. Troubled by the course this nation seems intent upon pursuing. Uneasy about the future.  Terrified of the aftermath this election may bring forth.

We live in a world of lies.  Blatant, “in your face whoppers” with absolutely no basis in fact.  We reward those who escape accountability. Our faith in institutions has been breached. Our intelligence has been insulted.  The rules no longer apply.

Limping to the finish line and running out of gas.