photo by me

I have to say that I’m relieved that today is election day.

The political ads have been inordinately mean this year. They don’t tell the truth. They sensationalize the facts. The rhetoric is interesting but it is also dismaying.

On both sides.

Since I have TIVO, though, I really don’t see that many of the ads. I race by them, deciding to use my own judgment to elect my representatives or to choose the propositions I will support.

It’s the phone calls that bother me. Every day, all day long, the phone rings with pre-recorded messages urging me to protect my rights, to listen to famous people, and to believe that the world is doomed if I don’t rise up and do my duty to vote. Every day. Even Sundays.

I got home from vacation and was amazed that I had so many messages on my voice mail. It wasn’t until I started listening to them that I realized that only one was really for me. The rest were all political phone calls.

I don’t even listen to them anymore. I hear the beginnings of the ad and I hang up.

Ed Harris, I think you’re an amazing actor but I think that I understand the threats to a woman’s right to choose far more than you do. I don’t need you calling me, telling me that my rights and my freedoms are at stake.

Governor Napolitano, I admire you and will vote for you. You don’t have to call me.

Ellen Simon, you’re running against Renzi. Need I say more? Please don’t call again. You’ve already got my vote.

It’s great that I’m so popular (hah!). But really, it makes me want to turn my phone off and hide from them all.