After Nov. 22, 1963, I lost enthusiasm for voting. The whitewash report of the Warren Commission helped to nail that urge along with a later, wonderful soliloquy of George Carlin’s on the futility of voting. Both convinced me this system is seriously flawed, maybe broken.
However you vote, it doesn’t make much difference. Whoever is elected, at whatever level, a teleprompter awaits the victor along with a playbook from corporate America, their lobbyists, and the joint chiefs of staff at the DoD. I sense the NSA, IRS, and CIA add their influence as well. The way things have become.
From the sidelines it does look like Democrats try to work for the citizenry; the Republicans focus on pleasing the ruling 1 percent, endorse an unlivable wage, foster outsourcing regardless of the damage to communities, ready to declare war but avoid duty and let someone else other than their families do the fighting, bail out banks and car manufacturers while crowing “socialism!” if someone even suggests any programs to benefit the masses, and even once tried to privatize social security since doing so would favor predatory capitalism’s coffers.
Since the country wasn’t founded for the uber-rich, if I voted it’d be for a party looking out for everybody.
How would I decide who to cast my ballot for in the event I go to the polls? Well, not for a “cookie cutter” leader. As soon as a Ghandi, a Mandela, or yes, even a Lincoln steps up I’ll reconsider. Odds of that are about as good as learning Mitch McConnell was a Navy SEAL.
— BINK OWEN, Walla Walla