The Price of Liberty

I just want to say a few words about the election and how glad I am that it will be over at end of day. This has undoubtedly been the longest election season in the history of democracies. The signs along the road have been up for so long I have begun to think of them as part of the landscape. I fear when they are taken down, I will not be able to find my way home. It is almost as though I have become friends with the people listed on the signs, like they are the town greeters, sending me on my way with a voter's blessing. “Blessed art thou who hast cast your vote. May your way be paved with the riches of the republic and your future be ripe with constitutional amendments.” We have endured six solid months of name calling and protruding tongues, reminiscent of the ugly stepsisters in Cinderella, except there was no innocent child being mistreated; everyone had huge feet and a bitter heart and was generally undeserving of the dance with the handsome prince. So to all of the candidates I offer this word of blessing. “Blessed art thou who hast born false witness in the face of this company. May your way be paved with the dissent you have sown and may you reap the bounty of your loathsome behavior.”