And now I hope I’m firmly on the road to recovery. I never knew election season could be so strenuous. Or so hazardous. Why, just in the last couple of weeks, I have cataloged a list of injuries attributable to this year’s big election.
Oh, my aching back!
This just from toting all the unwanted postcard, mailers,y and other unwanted junk from the mailbox to the recycling bin.
The end of my eagle-eyed vision.
Yep, I tried to read the fine print on one of said pieces of junk mail – the print was so microscopic that my focal length seems to be stuck at about 4 inches. It certainly makes watching TV a lot less fun!
The old hearing is slipping.
Of course Mrs. Gringo has been complaining about this for years. Now, however, something bad might actually have happened – a result of answering too many of those Robo calls. Why is it that the “do not call” list doesn’t apply to those again?
Uneven muscular development
Too many phone curls with the ol’ dominant arm, what else can I say?
From all the attack ads, the half-truths, and the outright lies. This election cycle has certainly been a doozie when it comes to trying to sort out the truth. If anyone actually tried to keep track of ALL of it, they would be exposed to the potential for the most horrible of transformations.
Fortunately, my attention span isn’t anywhere close to that long.
So why, you might ask, did I bother? Why wouldn’t a good Mad Gringo simply take a sip of his Mai Tai and plan his next trip to the beach?
Two words – civic duty!
And besides, I had to vote for my favorite candidate for Fremoahu dog catcher.