STFU, I'M EATING

La-la-la-la-la.  Flowers.  Butterflies.  Birds.  Beaches.  Sangria...

Trying to distract myself from the end of winter?  NOPE.  Trying to distract myself from the election.

I keep typing things to say and then deleting them.  There is nothing worth saying because it doesn't matter which facts are presented: nobody cares.  Nobody, not a single one of the sheeple, gives a goddamn about the facts and the realities.  I have never seen so many incompetent candidates nor heard so many ignorant comments in my entire life -- from both sides, from every side, and I've been watching politics pretty religiously since 1968.

I cannot listen to it anymore.  Makes me puke.  Every fucking candidate is more incompetent than the next one.  The only good thing is that each and every one seems leaps and bounds smarter than the guy in office now, and that doesn't say much because the entire lot is dumber than a one-room schoolhouse packed full of rejected brain surgery test dummies.

So, please, stop trying to tell me why your candidate is the best.  Stop saying how evil this one or that one may be.  I don't care.  I. DON'T. CARE.  Your allusions to Hitler and to Stalin and to Jack the Ripper and to Jughead and to Granny Clampett and to Tribbles ... These are NOT going to change my mind nor sway my vote.

I'll give you two hints:  #1 -- I have NO IDEA for whom I will vote (not the party, not the ticket, not the candidate); and #2 -- SHUT the fuck UP while I'm trying to eat lunch.

Look, I get eighteen fucking minutes for lunch.  Eighteen.  By the time I get students out of my room and get to the lunch room, I have maybe fifteen total minutes to scarf down my lunch.  You think I want to talk about Trump's hair?  Hilary's Benghazi record?  Socialism?  Canadians masquerading as Americans?  Foot-stamping, tantrum-tossing toddlers on the national stage? 

You think these assholes make me feel proud to be an American?

It's a fucking embarrassment right now.  My tolerance level is in my throat twenty-four/seven.  You pull that shit while I'm eating lunch, I'm going to barf it back all over everybody, which is what I sort of did today.

For the love of all things sane, I HAVE MINUTES FOR LUNCH, MERE MINUTES.  Stop talking about the election.  Please, for the love of god and country, just STOP.

La-la-la-la ... Happy thoughts.  Deep breaths.   Think about the calming waves at my favorite beach.  Eye on the prize ... late November, when it will all be over... and we can all be AMERICANS again.