Election Home Stretch: But First a Hurricane
I’m not sure which hype will win the day. The closest, craziest Presidential election race ever, or the storm of the millennium- a combo hurricane/blizzard/nor’easter more perfect in its evil ingredients than even the last Perfect Storm in 1991 that was so horrific it was turned into a popular movie.
I do know this. Because I live in the all-important swing state of Virginia, any possible power outages will have the added benefit of wiping out several hundred political TV commercials, thus frustrating the mass media strategies of both campaigns. Honestly, these media strategies have always been puzzling to me.
On the 833rd viewing of a particular campaign spot, is something supposed to suddenly click? Does the viewer slap his head in a moment of unexpected epiphany? “You know, the first 832 times I saw that commercial, I must have missed the candidate’s furrowed brow at the mention of massive deficits- but now it all makes sense to me!”
I get a kick out of the regular “people” in these commercials. It’s not bad enough that the “small businessman/woman” is clumsily reading cue cards, but they’re also not even a small businessman/woman, they’re just bad actors. “Ok, honey, at the end of the speech about how your kids are all in debt, give us that forlorn look, right into the camera- bingo, that’s a wrap!”
I’ve been whipsawed now for several months. It’s Morning in America! Millions of new jobs have been added! No, it’s Armageddon in America! It’s all a living hell until January 20th when everything suddenly changes!
Ok, so Hurricane Sandy’s impending visit will give us a political commercial respite, but what if the power outage also takes out the internet? Then, what? Where, exactly, am I supposed to find out the latest on the political polls? My God, what happens when 1pm comes and goes and I haven’t been able to check the latest Gallup tracking numbers? Is it really possible I may not be able to read Nate Silver for over 48 hours?
Well, the good news is that not only do I still have leftover tuna cans from last year’s big hurricane, I added to my supplies yesterday with a last-minute, late night visit to the local Harris Teeter. True, they had run out of cheap water, but I do now have several dozen very attractive and incredibly expensive bottles of Fiji water.
I also have a very entertaining Saturday ahead of me. From my 10th floor Pentagon City apartment, I have an excellent view of the Costco parking lot. Storm preparation mayhem and panic all unfolding right before my very eyes as I sip my Fiji water and munch on my tuna and crackers.
God, life is good.