Today, millions of Americans will visit their local polling stations and vote. This is a critically important mid-term election that will shift the balance of power in Congress.
For the first time in my life, I won’t be voting. About six weeks ago, I absent-mindedly got a ticket to the theater tonight. I left for work at 5:30 a.m. and won’t be home until about 11:00 p.m. The polls weren’t open that early in the morning and they’ll have long closed by the time I get home.
The tragedy is not that I won’t be voting. The tragedy is that I truly, truly, don’t care. It doesn’t bother me in the least. I always hated politically apathetic people who didn’t exercise their right to vote. In other parts of the world, people either can’t vote or are, quite literally, shot at when they try.
But I have been drained dry of any enthusiasm for our political process. On Wednesday morning, a bunch of worthless bums will have been thrown out of office, only to be replaced by a different set of worthless bums. I have no faith that any of the clowns running for office will change Washington in a meaningful, positive way.
I’d rather go out and see a play.
I’m no better than Nero. Shame on me, for allowing them to get under my skin.
* 10 bonus points to anyone who can tell me where this great post title is from without Googling it? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?