I know, I know. You’re sick of hearing about Measure P. You’ve been battered by the letter, over and over, like you were cast as a helpless Muppet in a particularly aggressive episode of Sesame Street and now you’ll never forget it. The letter will haunt your dreams:
P … P … P … P … P!
I get it. I really do. But don’t let that stop you from going to the polls come Nov. 4 (or sending in your vote-by-mail ballot before the postmark deadline).
Don’t let the squabbling and the misdirection and the outright chicanery of any of the candidates or measure backers or proposition pushers (P!) prevent you from exercising your right to vote. Annoyance with the voices all competing for your attention is not an excuse to get out of raising your voice in this democracy.
I don’t want to hear any whining about how your vote doesn’t matter or how nothing will change or how every politician is corrupt anyway.
This is our system, and it’s the best in the world—even if candidates chop up each other’s words into fine little bits and recombine them in horrific recipes to produce ridiculously spun creations that are difficult, if not impossible, to swallow.
I made myself a little sick with that last bit there.
Seriously, I know that we can all—even me—feel a bit of some election fatigue right around now, but that just means the finish line is in sight. Don’t break down within view of the end. Finish strong.
And live with the results.
But that’s for another column.
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