An article last week in the Arkansas Times titled I Want My Faith Back stirred to life in me the political animal - sheep, by the way - once again.
I think that my most rabid reaction to the election is the indignity of being treated like a stupid sheep by the political process.
The pols didn't trust me or you or any of our fellow voters to be able to understand complex issues. They treated us like we were voting on the outcome of an episode of "Survivor."
We didn't get presidential debates; we got sound bytes.
We didn't get a platform; we got platitudes.
We didn't really get candidates. We just got candy.
While it may be true that we're not a nation of Einsteins - hence the state of network programming as its entropy increases today - it's also true that people tend to live up to expectations of them, especially when they're positive expectations.
Looking back, I wish I (and my fellow voters) had been less like sheep and had stood up and loudly protested our presumed ignorance; had roared like lions "We may be innocent as doves but we're as wise as serpents!"; had bellowed right along with Peter Finch in the movie Network: "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"
Well, I'm blogging out until Wednesday; flying to Indiana to celebrate my mom's 80th with our family. Talk amongst yourselves; I'm verklempt.
Just don't bleat. And if you can find it within in you, sign up.