The Most Boring Election in History

            For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled. Hunter S. Thompson said that. Unknowingly to him, Thompson summed up perfectly politics in the New American Century. And if he could be brought back from the dead to see the political crater we’ve landed ourselves in today, he’d probably kill himself all over again.

            Every day we inch closer to that impossibly dark day in November known as Election Day. To say this election season has been lackluster would be a terrific understatement. Nobody in the GOP rose to take on Obama, even though he was freefalling for quite awhile. I’m not saying any two-bit chump could have beaten the incumbent, but certainly a real candidate could have made some serious waves. But instead we’re stuck with the impossibly boring Mitt Romney pretending he wasn’t the inspiration behind Obamacare and telling us his dog likes road trips on the roof of the car.

            In 2008, we thought we were witnesses to a brand new kind of president, a modern-day JFK, FDR and Lincoln all rolled into one. He was that moment of triumph, the instance of beauty; his election was supposed to be the single greatest accomplishment our generation ever achieved. But for all his promises, well wishes and good intentions, we were the souls that had to be trampled.  It wasn’t that Obama betrayed us and it wasn’t that he changed into some kind of monster. We just eventually realized that our perceptions of him had been wrong from the start. Through no fault of his own he couldn’t be JFK or FDR or Lincoln. And we hated him for that so we shot down everything he tried to do, blamed him for every bad thing that happened and put him under a microscope that no other sitting president has had to experience. In the end, we trampled him back.

            So this is the dilemma we’ve put ourselves in. The battle for the White House has come down to a pathological liar in Mitt Romney and the Great Compromiser in Barack Obama. There is no poll accurate enough to tell who is going to win, simply because the polls are from biased sources. Fox News polls will tell you Romney has a double digit lead in every state plus Puerto Rico and D.C., while MSNBC will say Obama has already secured his third and fourth terms. You can’t trust anyone these days.

            Instinct tells me Obama will win, but not by a landslide. It is enormously difficult to unseat an incumbent president, especially in war time. And when the platform of the GOP is “Anybody but Obama,” the GOP is bound to fail (that tactic didn’t work well for the Democrats in 2004, and it won’t work now). The trouble with Romney is that he isn’t your typical Republican. He’s a Mormon, which may alienate many on the religious right. He was governor of Massachusetts who created Romneycare which may push away many Southern voters. There are no guaranteed states for Romney this elections season, but Obama doesn’t seem set either. As a black Democrat, his chances of winning big in the South look bad already. Texas and Florida could well go to Romney just by default.

            Still, I can’t help but feel ultimately uninterested in this election. It was boring from the start and will conclude with a yawn. The American public will most likely go to bed early on that night in November, not because of a landslide win, but simply because we’ve been bored to sleep. 

The Hard Goodbye of Newt Gingrich

            Newt Gingrich, the masquerading musketeer of morals, has called it quits. He announced last week that he would suspend his campaign, and today announced he will endorse Mitt Romney to take on Obama in November. His last electoral victory coming in South Carolina, the only way to describe Gingrich’s decision would be: about damn time.

            Perhaps the worst candidate this season who threw his name into the hat, Gingrich leaves behind nothing more than a bad taste in the mouths of the American public. He wasn’t the dumbest, he wasn’t the angriest, he wasn’t the craziest and he wasn’t the least qualified candidate running; but he was the worst. He wasn’t fun at all. He was offensive. He didn’t make sense. He toed the unfavorable line between reality and fiction (moon colonies, seriously?) and he paid because of it. And worst of all was that he was never genuinely interested in what he was doing. He's just a fat and lazy prick who refused to go quietly into the night, and we'll hate him because of that forever.

            There was that brief moment when we thought he stood a chance, but that came and went faster than dirt in the wind. The monumental defeat that was the Gingrich campaign seemed to drag on forever, bleeding out but never wising up. He waited too long to quit. Had he ended earlier he could have been considered as a running mate. But now the American audience has caught scent of what Gingrich really is: a leech. He latches onto anything he thinks will make him better off, bleeding his host dry before moving onto the next victim.

            I will not miss Newt Gingrich like I miss Santorum or Perry. I will not hold him in contempt like I do Cain or Bachmann. Truthfully, I will forget about Gingrich as soon as he’s gone. That’s the fate he’s sealed for himself. He’s neither a tragic hero nor a graceful loser. At the end of the day, he’s just a nobody.