Over the past couple of weeks, it seems that most of the people I've talked to and most of the blogs that I have read have been complaining about the election. If there's one thing that most folks can agree on, it's that they are ready for the whole damnable affair to be over with. Whether it's Republican robocalls or orisons to Obama, people are tired of Decision '08.
This weekend, I found the remedy for what ails us: camping.
This weekend, our Cub Scout unit spent some time in the woods. We shot BB guns, toyed with computer parts, learned about rocks, and went through PT. Not once did I think about John McCain or Barack Obama or their fight over who gets to hang George W. Bush's albatross around their distinguished necks. The great decision to ponder over was "hamburger or hot dog." The most important race of our lifetime (which at this point was an average of 8.5 years) was a relay.
It reminded me of George Carlin's old suggestion concerning elections: find someone who is going to vote the opposite of the way you are going to vote and take them fishing on election day.
Space, as Douglas Adams used to say, is big.
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