The Plight of the Undecided Voter
I wonder what it feels like to be a truly undecided voter in a "battleground" state?
My entire voting life has been spent in states where my vote in a November Presidential election has never mattered. California and Oregon are already colored "blue" by default without even a second thought. So my vote, typically for the Republican side of the house, doesn't mean very much.
So if I was truly undecided, and it mattered, how do you make a decision?
The political machines and the way our government functions have made it impossible to figure out what the true pros and cons of each candidate are. Bills in Washington are built with so much compromise and amendments that a bill for housing the homeless has a provision in it to kill babies.
So, in the course of a campaign, the candidate who thinks killing babies is bad is is labeled as not caring about homeless people. The other candidate, who voted for helping the homeless, now supports killing babies.
Can anybody really make a distinction about what these candidates really stand for?
I've said this for many elections in the past and this year it still holds...
The election is an ugly dog competition. No matter who wins, it is still an ugly dog.
Hopefully the winner doesn't poop in the house and chew on the furniture.
The Presidential election was too close to call. Neither the Republican candidate nor the Democratic candidate had enough votes to win. There was much talk about ballot recounting, court challenges, etc., but a week-long ice fishing competition seemed the sportsmanlike way to settle things. The candidate that caught the most fish at the end of the week would win the election.
Therefore, it was decided that there should be an ice fishing contest between the two candidates to determine the winner.
After much of back and forth discussion, it was decided that the contest take place on a remote frozen lake in northern Minnesota.
There were to be no observers present, and both men were to be sent out separately on this isolated lake and return at 5 P.M. with their catch for counting and verification by a team of neutral parties. At the end of the first day, John Mc. returned to the starting line and he had ten fish.
Soon, Obama returned and had no fish. Well, everyone assumed he was just having another 'bad hair' day or something and hopefully, he would catch up the next day.
At the end of the 2nd day John Mc. came in with 20 fish and Obama came in again with none.
That evening, Harry Reid got together secretly with Obama and said, 'Obama, I think John Mc. is a low-life, cheatin' son-of-a-gun. I want you to go out tomorrow and don't even bother with fishing. Just spy on him and see just how he is cheating.'
The next night (after John Mc. returns with 50 fish), said to Obama, 'Well, tell me, how is John Mc. cheating?'
Obama replied, 'Harry, you're not going to believe this, but he's cutting holes in the ice.'