I don’t know about you, but I fatigued by the continually reiteration of kid numbers. You remember kid numbers. “There must be a bazillion names on that wall.” “I want a gazillion pieces of candy on Halloween.”
I feel that way about the word “trillion.” You’ll correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the first state with a trillion dollar budget might have been California. The first US city might have been New York. Now, both run trillion dollar deficits. I can’t wrap my head around a trillion.
I listen to arguments from both political parties about trillion dollar spending bills and trillion dollar deficits. The argument falls on deaf ears. I have trillion dollar fatigue. No longer am I shocked by these kid numbers. No longer do arguments to spend more, tax less, cut budgets mean anything. Just a bunch of hot air. I know you won’t agree with me. That’s your Constitutional right. Blow off your steam. Accuse me of siding with one candidate or another. You’d be wrong.
I’m cranky. I’m tired of men and women running for president who only play for sound bites. Even during debates when really good questions are asked that would give a candidate a chance to stand out, we get mere sound bites. Issues, pissues. No one cares. That’s another level of fatigue. Maybe I’m just tired of the whole political process that has gone on waaaay too long.
No matter who wins, we will get the president we deserve. And that’s the topic of a later blog.
For now, Christmas is coming. I hope I can keep a positive attitude. Maybe I’ll turn off all news programs. Now, THAT is an idea. A good one. That would make me forget the politicians and their posturing. Until then, I hope Santa brings me gazillion pieces of dark chocolate.