7 Weeks

I don’t know if I can handle this tension. The tightening of the race is having a similar effect on my chest. TIGHT. Listen, I’m all for democracy, but it’s giving me more gray hairs. The daily polling averages look scary after the conventions, yet there’s some hope in the electoral standings. I am really worried that the McPalin machine is going to lie themselves right into the oval office. I know, you’re saying that’s how they all get into the Oval Office, but I don’t want that anymore. I am worried, and then I realize that we still have 7 weeks to go … then my chest gets even tighter … SEVEN FREAKIN’ WEEKS. I’m going to die!

But it’s fun. Yet, it is so serious too.

I read an interesting article about Bill Clinton’s Advice to Obama. I got to thinking, I don’t care who the candidate is, how much time they spent in a prison camp or community organizing. Tell me why it is still good to be an American. Why we shouldn't give up hope. Tell me how we can avoid going to war. Tell me how we can fight extreme climate change. Tell me when in the future an American like me can safely travel in the world without the world hating me. Tell me how much college is going to cost my children. Tell me how my paycheck can get bigger or the cost of milk can go down. Tell me what career I need to shift to in order to fulfill that American Dream. Make this election not about Change but about Answers, truthful answers. Make it about ME, an American. How will the next president lead America into a better future? How will we be undoing the mistakes of the past, to avoid the disappointments of the future?

Seven weeks. There is only seven weeks to sell us on a better version of America and how you’re going to do it. I don’t want to hear how the other guys isn’t going to do it, how are YOU going to make America better?