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I grew up in Chicago when the original Mayor Daley and the infamous Democratic machine ran the city. Around election time levitra dosing, people would joke, “Vote early and vote often.” Sure it was corrupt and there was plenty of graft, but local politics was filled with colorful, somewhat harmless characters.
When I was an improvisational performer in Chicago, the shenanigans of local politicians provided plenty of grist for the comedy mill. In those days, I never fretted that much about elections. Over the years, I came to expect a certain amount of corruption in government regardless of which political party was in control. But in the last 8 years, corruption has become epidemic and we’ve descended into truly scary times. Now it feels like we are collectively holding our breath, ticking off the days till November 4th and whatever change the election may bring.
Maybe you feel the same way; many of my friends do. At my book club meeting the other night, we were all so stressed about the state of the nation, that we tabled our book discussion. (Ironically, much of the story in the book, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, takes place in the Dominican Republic during the massively corrupt Trujillo dictatorship.) One of the women said she’s stopped listening to her car radio and has switched to Willie Nelson CD’s.Another news junkie has weaned herself to just a ½ hour of TV news a night. Everyone is afraid of a surprise cataclysmic global incident; horrible dirty deeds on Election Day; or some bizarre scandal that tips the election. I remember learning to drive on Chicago’s narrow city streets and closing my eyes every time I had to maneuver through a tight squeeze. I feel that way now. I just want to close my eyes and shut my ears till this darn thing is over.
To help me through Election Day, I decided to heed the advice of Air America’s Thom Hartmann. I’ve volunteered to be a poll worker. I’ll report to the polls at 6 AM and probably won’t get home till 9 PM. Perfect. I won’t be glued to the TV, stomach roiling, watching the map tilt to blue or red. By the time I return home, I hope the waiting is over.
I know our country is ripe for change but I keep thinking that the fear mongers will win. Will I then have to become an ex-pat? In my darkest hours I’ve entertained thoughts about life in a smaller country, one that doesn’t have super power ambitions. A nice cozy place where a majority of the citizens report they are very content with life – a country like Denmark or New Zealand. But really and truly I want to stay here. I want to unload my cynicism and feel idealistic again. I don’t want to have nightmares about the shadow government. I want to sacrifice for my country and not simply by racking up credit card debt at the mall. JFK’s words resonate more than ever with me and I am asking myself, for the first time, what can I do for my country? The ship of state is listing and I am ready for our new commander in chief to call on all of us to help to raise the ballast. And each night I whisper a little prayer for our country – may our better angels prevail.
Jan Bina, blogger for In the Trenches Productions.Com, The First Entertainment Network for Women Over 40 on the Web – levitra dosing