Political burnout

I’m done with the election season.

Finished.

Finito.

For the past 12 months, there’s been a never-ending stream of news and gossip pertaining to the 2008 presidential election bombarding us from all different directions.

Republicans keep telling me Barack Obama doesn’t have experience and his plans are borderline socialist while dems say Palin’s dumb as a post and McCain’s lost authority in his party.

I don’t care.

Don’t get me wrong — I was much more into the discussions over the summer when the topics were fresh. But everything’s become stale in the past month as the opposing sides are just rehashing tired arguments.

Makes me want to pledge my vote to Gene Amondson of the prohibition party and enjoy a few brews at a bar on election night.

(Don’t worry, I’m not throwing my vote away — but it playing quarters with a cake looks fun. Heck, ginger ale pong could be fun, too.)

And everyone I meet seems to have an opinion and feels it necessary to inform me about it. But saying you’re voting for someone just because he says he’s going to bring “change” or because he’s a “straight talker” means nothing to me.

Oh, Nov. 3 — so close, yet so far away.