Please help us welcome guest blogger Karen Kelly Brown to DaytonMostMetro. A published author, former radio personality and currently marketing director for a fast food chain, Karen is also a motivational speaker and writes a regular column for other publications entitled “Bleached Blonde Mind”.
I really don’t know what I’m going to do. I will totally go into withdrawals. I mean I’m sure you feel it too – when you have something like this for so long, and then someone just yanks it away, how can we get over it?
My mailbox is stuffed full. (Well actually my re-cycling bin is overflowing now.) The commercials are running more than the actual shows. (Thank goodness for DVR.) The signs in the yards and windows are more prevalent than the fall decorations that accompany them.
I am speaking, of course, of The Election. Yes, I put it in caps. It’s become a title. An event. A holiday of sorts. And just like Christmas, when the actual votes have been counted and the signs put away, we’ll go back to a peaceful, boring existence.
One without annoying commercials and phone calls. Some people may leave their signs up in their yards until Easter along with their Christmas lights – just to annoy their neighbors – but that’s another story.
I admire those that feel strongly enough to canvass the town about their candidate, going door to door answering questions. But really, it’s getting to be a little old when I open the door hoping to see my UPS guy with my Amazon order and it’s yet another volunteer, begging for my vote. At this point, when my doorbell rings, I’d rather be buy two dozen bags of popcorn from a Cub Scout than answer questions or convince the person that yes, I really do know who I am voting for and no, no matter how much you slam the other party, my mind can’t be swayed.
Seeing as how Ohio seems to be the state that is keeping the country hanging on by a thread, I’m thinking maybe we should take advantage of this somehow. If we truly are the last remaining swing state, then how about a little motivation to vote for your candidate? A box of chocolates? A bottle of wine? A nice little lunch where you and I sit and chat and I don’t listen to you tell me why I should vote the way you want me to? Ok, so if that sounds too much like a bribe, then how about this? You pretend to ring my doorbell. I’ll pretend to answer it. You pretend to drone on and on about how horrible the other candidate is (not one of these people has said why their candidate IS good, just why the other one is NOT), I’ll pretend to agree with you and then we can all go our happy separate ways, and I’ll go vote on November 6th just like I planned to. How does that work for you, Mr. or Ms. Canvasser?
The candidates’ names are being thrown around so much that my 1 ½ old granddaughter picked up a pot holder and said “Mitt?” I was kind of hoping her first word would be Grammy. Sigh.
Well, it is almost over. No matter what the results, we will suck it up and deal with it and pray that our country will keep moving in the direction of improvement and strength. And maybe a little of that “Indivisible” thrown in there for good measure.
And remember the Golden Rule: “Thee that does not vote, cannot complain for the next four years.”