With Election Day just 22 days away, the competition for my vote–and political participation–is fierce. All I can tell Barack Obama and MoveOn.org is, get in line.
Everybody wants a piece of me. Work and family, sure. That’s a given. But then there’s every organization I’ve ever donated to (or even just signed up for their email list). Social groups, bloggers, friends, coworkers all have their stuff going on and kindly ask me to join in. I do it when I can, but often have to say no, simply so I can get my laundry done.
And now with the “most important election of our lifetime” approaching, I’m constantly bombarded with requests to attend a meeting, host a party, show my support at a rally, canvass the neighborhood to convince undecided voters, call strangers on the phone to talk about who they’re voting for and send in my early absentee ballot. Enough already!
I’ve given money to the campaign. I got the Obama t-shirt (which I wear to the Y, where I’m surrounded by Republicans watching Fox News) and bumper sticker. I’ve thoroughly researched the candidates and the issues, and of course I’m voting for Obama. I will absolutely show up to the polls on Election Day to cast my vote on the candidates and issues. What more can I do, people?
I don’t have time to canvass or rally or do phone banks. I don’t have the money to help get every freakin’ MoveOn.org or We Can Solve It TV spot on primetime. And God knows, I don’t have the energy to try to convince undecided voters (whom I suspect are really just closet McCain supporters but don’t have the nerve to ‘fess up) that they should vote for the candidate who might actually improve the state of our country for the majority middle class. It’s their responsibility to figure out who they want to vote for. Why the hell should I make my pleas when they’ll probably only fall on deaf ears anyway?
For those of you who are more civic-minded and politically active than I am, I commend you. The country needs people with the time, money and energy to fight the good fight. But I can’t take one more guilt-inducing email, direct mail piece, phone message or radio or TV commercial telling me I have to help more–or else. Isn’t this blog enough?
One thing I am incredibly grateful for this election season is my DVR. We got it earlier this year, and now I’m reaping the benefits of not having to watch a single commercial while enjoying my favorite recorded programs. Only when I watch live TV am I reminded of how hellish political ads are to endure during the fall. I love you, DVR!