November 7, 2000
Every four years, American citizens are asked to elect a new president. I will be the first to admit that I am not very interested in politics. It is not that I don’t understand the candidates platforms, it is just that I don’t care. Oh sure, I know I should be more involved but I just don’t have the time. That seems like a cop out but to be quite honest, many of the issues these candidates are promoting mean very little to me. The Republicans want to give a tax break to those citizens who are in the top 2 percent of income. I will never be in this bracket so it doesn’t really matter to me whether they get the break or not. The Democrats want to make sure that my rights to have an abortion are maintained. I have never been pregnant nor do I plan on ever having an abortion so that really doesn’t matter to me either. I guess I should take more of a big picture view of things and try to choose the candidate that will do the most for the country as a whole, but I can’t. If there was just something that was of interest to my demographic slice of America, then I could stand behind one candidate or the other, but there isn’t. At first I thought that I just didn’t understand the candidates well enough. I don’t want to be an ignorant voter so I attempted to determine where each man stood on the important issues. I sent an e-mail to George Bush and Al Gore asking how they stood on things that were important to me. For example, how do they each feel about Astroturf? I have a very opinionated stance on this and would like to vote for a president who shares my abberation of this synthetic grass. Next, I asked how each felt about the proposed realignment of Major League Baseball to more geographical boundaries. This is much more important that those silly questions that were asked during the debates leading up to the election. Finally, I wanted to know how each stood on the designated hitter. How could I possibly vote for someone who was in favor of this abomination? Each candidate was given a couple of weeks to reply before I would decide my vote. As election day loomed, I did not hear from either candidate. In the end, my vote came down to a personal decision. I ended up voting for George Bush. The only reason for this was that he at least owned the Texas Rangers. Al Gore couldn’t even throw batting practice to the Detroit Tigers without hitting a batter. You can’t have a president that throws like a girl!