As I woke up this morning, listening to the youngins carrying on about something or another, I had a thought. Why is it that we vote for the candidate because of their "stance" on various topics, or how they lean-left or right? I don't understand. Why don't we check the box for the person that will do as we tell them to. Think about it. My Senator is supposed to be a voting extension of his district. He should vote exactly as the majority of his constituents tell him. Every time. Period. I shouldn't have to call my Congressman's office and hope that the idiot, jackwagon of a latte sippin' staffer tells him about how I feel about an issue and pray to God above that he votes the way we want him to. I would think it would be automatic. "How do y'all want me to vote on House Bill #xxxx?" We email, text, and call with our desired outcome and VOILA', the majority wins.
But no. I have to vote for some idiot that may or may not have slept with his cousin's wife's sheep and paid for his penthouse with lobbyist money while texting pictures of his new butt tattoo to Larry Sandusky. But...he is the best of the bunch. I have to vote for him because he supposedly leans the direction I would prefer him to vote; BUT, not on all my favorite issues. I guess I'll have to be happy with two out of three or four out of five-if I'm lucky; we may not starve, but will be standing in line for soup while handing over our guns and first born. The only thing I may be getting is the fact that he is not that other crazy sumbxxtch who wants to go ahead and sign us over to the Chinese and UN. Maybe I'm a simpleton, but does this make sense? Have I had some sort of small seizure/stroke in my sleep, or was it just one too many High Lifes down the old hatch? I'm not totally sure to be honest. I can say one thing. The first crazy politician that tells me, while swearing on a stack of Bibles, that he will vote exactly as the majority of his District desires, no matter his own personal feelings, will get the big tamale. I will donate every spare bit of money from my measley check and savings to get this guy elected. I HATE politics and people knocking on my door on Saturday while campaigning, but I sure as hell will be the first one to start ringing doorbells at the crack of dawn for that guy. Yep. He'd be the man. But, sad to say, that will never happen. So here we go; election time is a-comin' again. This should be a real hoot. Think on it some. Am I really just losing it? You tell me. Y'all have a good 'un.