Eating our Own Vomit

Thanks to Ms. Mushnik and The Fly Lady, The Great Plotnik has been able to synthesize exactly how he feels about Election Day 2006. Yes, indeed. We are eating our own vomit.

Plot's neighbor, Ray, and his wife, Pat, were on their way out the door just now, to go vote. Plotnik saw them and the three chatted for awhile. Plot saw Ray's note as to how he was voting. Here's how it read:

PROPOSITIONS
No. 1: NO
No. 2: NO
No. 3: NO
No. 4: NO
No. 5: NO
No. 6: NO
No. 7: NO
No. 8: NO
No. a: NO
No. b: NO
No. c: NO
No. d: NO
Governor: NO

"No on everything and everybody, eh, Ray?" Plot said.

"You're goddam right," Ray said. "I'm sick of 'em all."

Ray's a Korean War vet, flies a flag on Memorial Day. He's the guy the pols think they can control. Wrong.

Plotnik has been screaming into the phone again. Who told politicians that tape recordings can convince anybody of anything? And who would want to win an election bad enough to lie and distort truth the way these guys do?

Anybody that wants that, Plotnik doesn't want. Anybody who says one more word about Gay Marriage, no matter which side they're on, Plotnik doesn't want. Anybody who calls up to take a 'survey,' Plotnik doesn't want. Anybody who sends a flyer, period, Plotnik doesn't want.

The Great Plotnik first voted in 1964, for Lyndon Baines Johnson. He was proud to do so. We all saw how that turned out.

1964-2006, not a bad record. This year ends it. From now on, either he wants 'em or he doesn't vote for 'em. No more voting for the lesser brain-dead evil. When we do this, we end up exactly where we are now: choking on our own vomit.