I’m not in love with any of the candidates for POTUS. I kinda sorta had a crush on Scott Walker, but when the going got tough he got up and went home. Definitely not a keeper.
There’s a couple I like, a few I might settle for and a few I hate, but none that I love. The chances of me suddenly falling in love with any of them are slim and none. And there is nobody else out there I’m secretly pining for, hoping that he or she will come sweep me off my feet so that we can have a meaningful four or eight year relationship.
Will I ever fall in love again?
We have a presidential election happening and here I am talking about my feelings like some sappy millennial. That is not a coincidence. Nor is it due to the awkward limitations of the English language. Despite any claims we may make to being rational and reasonable people, we usually let emotion determine our choices in life.
Most of us live in cities or suburbs with highly regulated roads and streets, but we drive cars designed for race tracks and/or trucks and SUV’s designed for rural driving. We use our heads to rationalize what our hearts want.
All the logical arguments in the world will not make me love your favored candidate, but you may succeed in making me hate him if you annoy me too much. Negative campaigns are intended to make us dislike opposing candidates.
When I finally get a chance to cast a vote in this election I might find myself voting for the candidate I dislike the least.
Vote early and often. We’ll be watching the returns tonight. Bernie and Trumpie are both predicted to win. The bloviating gasbags will tell us What It All Means.
When does spring training start?