I don’t recall a more appropriate time to vote for myself for governor than 2010.
I’ve never written myself in for county sheriff either, though this might be a good time to do that. Given all the skullduggery that’s been noted in the paper and more particularly in the Letters to the Editor, I think a vote for me wouldn’t be completely amiss. Understand, I’m not suggesting you write me in, just considering how I might vote for county sheriff this year. You might consider doing the same.
I’m not even sure if the elections department posts a single vote for someone or something. I don’t know that I’ve ever looked deep enough to see if I showed up on the official tally.
Have you ever noticed how often the average politician says something like, “American voters are smart;” or “The citizens of our county are really intelligent;” or “Californians are too smart to fall for…?”
Then they put out ads that clearly suggest the audience is the dumbest, most gullible, most frightened gaggle of morons that ever drew breath. I’ve never believed that the average politician really thinks the average voter is particularly smart. What they mean by smart, I suspect really means vulnerable and malleable.
Halloween comes before election day as usual. Somehow, I haven’t noticed all the stores being full of Halloween stuff. Some for sure, but not what I’ve seen in the past several years when Halloween seemed to start around the middle of September. Could be the economy. Could be the local attention on the Giants and their post-season doings. I’ll take that any day over Halloween in mid-September.
I buy a couple bags of candy every year for the trick-or-treaters who haven’t made an appearance at my front door in about 15 years – maybe longer. My street is dark and steep and my driveway is even darker and steeper than the street, so I’m never surprised that no one comes for Halloween. I do know that the first time I don’t have any treats to give out, there will be 25 kids who just moved into the neighborhood knocking on my door. And won’t I feel bad! So I keep buying the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and the Snicker’s Bars – because I like them, and I’ll eventually eat most of them or put them out for Thanksgiving guests.
We don’t seem to hear from the anti-Halloween crowd so much these days. Representations and costumes of Harry Potter, witches and vampires, all of whom used to get regularly trashed by the frightened religious right, evidently have proven themselves to be relatively harmless to the development of small children. And they were always a nice alternative to Littlest Mermaids and Tinkerbells. That’s progress.
By the time you read this, two World Series games will have been played – barring earthquake, flood, more earthquake, pestilence, bedbugs and who knows what else could mess up a series. We’ll know, for instance, who if anyone has established a commanding advantage. And we’ll know whether or not there will be more games in San Francisco next week.
The new mantra – “Giants baseball: Torture” – could apply as well to the election. “Campaign 2010: Torture.” Meanwhile, Halloween looks like the most uplifting, non-emotional event of the next several days. Good luck all around.