Politics

Fortunately we rarely discuss it. In the broad strokes we agree about most things, but life has a way of coloring opinions, and it's a topic best avoided. Except when it comes to our door. Then, it's a topic best ridiculed. About five days after I came here a man came by bearing (don't click on it yet) this flier and espousing the kind of adorable campaign rhetoric that is perfect for commercials and well-edited quips but when strung together becomes about as eloquent as a bowl of alphabits cereal. I thought it best to stay upstairs (I hadn't registered to vote in this election) and let those parties actually interested and (hopefully) knowledgeable about the issues debate them. It didn't last long. She asked the terrible question and the man crumpled. Sound-bites never say how one plans on going about doing something, and a good political campaign should have a plan buried somewhere in it, even if it is hidden in the display department. (If you haven't clicked on the flier pdf link, feel free to at any time.) In any case, he got into his really late-model anemic-gold colored BMW convertible (whose top was down, btw) and drove off, leaving a puddle where the air conditioner's condenser had been dripping. Let me repeat that for those of you who still haven't clicked the link. Mister I'll fight corruption and waste on Beacon Hill because I'm one of the little guys who wants to save you money by cutting your taxes and extending you state-paid-for scholarships got into his very shiny brand-new-looking three times as expensive as any car in the neighborhood convertible and drove off with the air conditioner still running on a breezy day in August where the temperature was quite comfortable. We waited until he'd left the circle of the neighborhood to laugh at him.