Getting Personal

Election Manners

Happy Election Day Folks! Being the first election I’m voting in (I was absentee in 2008, hungover and really wasn’t feeling the two hour wait), I ask that you don’t ruin the experience for me. After all, we’re lucky enough to have the opportunity to do so. Therefore, I ask the following:

  • Do not shove your candidate down my throat: I do not claim to be the best informed voter, but your forceful opinion probably won’t help improve that, either.
  • Remember, political ads have NO regulations: Seriously – NONE. You could say that candidate so-and-so was screwing a dog with a prosthetic leg and they could air it. And if you actually believe claims like that…
  • Don’t be a sore loser: That’s what this whole thing has come down to – who wins and who loses, not who is fit to run our country. So if your candidate doesn’t win, chill out. Bitching is not going to magically get him elected.
  • Don’t be an obnoxious winner: Same goes for the “winning” candidate. You didn’t just win the Super Bowl on a 70-yard pass. Don’t act like it – just be happy and move on with your life.
  • Don’t judge another person’s choice: You have your opinions and I have mine. Do you really think it’s going to help your case if you tell me how stupid I am for voting this way or that way?

Rereading these makes me feel like I’m writing this to grade schoolers. It’s easy – use your manners and just vote. That’s what it’s all about.


My Political Party? Fandom.

Fall is my favorite time of year. From the leaves falling to the Halloween stores popping up – I adore it all*.  Aside from that big shindig every four years that causes advertisements to turn to hell and Facebook updates that make me want to deactivate. However, while I stray away from politics, I think I finally get it.

Whether your a democrat or republican, you’re probably quite passionate about your decision. You may choose to argue with members of the opposite party, almost to the point of distress. You’re willing to shove your point of view on anyone who will listen (or read, or like). I get it.

That’s how I feel about sports. 

My blood boils when my team is insulted. If a good season is upon us, I’ll shout it from the rooftops. I cringe when I witness others in opposing team merchandise. The mere mention of Gary Bettman will ruin my day. Instead of leaning left or right, I lean forward, in my seat, in anticipation of the next play.

I may not support a political party, but I will support my St. Louis Blues until I’m 6 feet under, regardless of our lack of a Stanley Cup. I will tweet using the hashtag #12in12. I will never, ever pass up the opportunity to laugh at a cubs fan.  The same passion, desire and distaste that fuels political debates fuels my fanhood.

The campaign ads can be pretty awful, too.