Today I am dressed in my best. By best I mean I don’t look like my usual 8-year-old girl self.
My day, this fine day, will be spent traipsing around town interviewing candidates for the upcoming election. I love politics, I really do.
I like researching what I will be voting for and I love thinking, although some may disagree, that my vote counts. That’s why we live in this free nation.
However, I do not like hearing candidates dribble on and on about why they are the best. When people run for office I feel like the high-school version of them comes out to play.
They lie and say whatever we want to hear and they talk smack about the opponents. I just see juvenile when I look at them. Not exactly who I would choose to make decisions that will affect me in the future.
Tomorrow, was supposed to be a thrilling day. Three folks up for murder trials will be in court. Grant it, they are just appearing before the judge for a pre-trial, status hearing. But it means they are one step closer to trial.
Well, as it turns out, my editor doesn’t really care about that. He wants intense coverage on something else going on in town and it appears I am the only one to cover it.
Oh, joy. A septic tank seminar. Just what I’ve always wanted to do.
I’m not cynical, I just don’t see how septic tanks can be better than murder.
Can you?