So they say the three things you’re not supposed to discuss publicly; religion, because well touchy subject. Salary, because they want to keep wages stagnant (the other day a colleague casually mentioned they lived in the Seaport district [apartments start at $2500] and I almost responded, “the hell are they paying yo ass?”), and politics, because like religion, it’s considered a touchy subject. This always sounded white as hell because only white people can chalk up the 2016 election to “difference of opinion”. Over here tween Normandy and Western, if you voted for Trump, you the opps and I need to know this so I can treat you accordingly. But since we folks (and hi random person who clicked a google link) I will break this politics rule and make a confession:
I’m not really feeling any of these people running in 2020
We’re less than a year away from Iowa and I’m largely meh on the field. If the primary was tomorrow and I had to vote I’d vote for [REDACTED], but I don’t even think [REDACTED] even has a chance of winning the nomination. If I so much as to tweet a candidate’s name I get a bunch of people (or bots) swarming my mentions and I almost fear for a 2016 repeat. Someone had likened it to a Cheesecake Factory menu, where you just have so many options that you are either verklempt or just don’t trust anything. Like you can’t be good at lasagna AND pho, one of them has to be off. And that’s pretty much this 2020 Democratic field, they all can kinda maybe work but also just not be it. (Like, I really dislike [REDACTED] and think [REDACTED] brings absolutely nothing to the table but if they end up with the nomination, then what?). And so, we’re left with a crowded field of like 8 middle aged white guys in dress shirts with no ties, a handful of people we thought we liked more 3 years ago, and a bunch of possibles. Since 1972, primary parties have averaged 10 candidates, we’re at 21? Even the clown show that was the Republican primary in 2016 topped out at 17. But when the bar is at least 35 years old, American, and smarter than Donald Trump, the Presidency is a Tinder profile.
Like that aforementioned Tinder, I feel like I’m forced to take what I can get because the alternative is this treasonous vapid circus peanut. It feels like the electorate is in that same boat, with the Alyssa Milanos (does she still act, I feel like I only hear about her on Twitter) of the world pledging to not badmouth any candidate publicly. A little while ago, I made a joke about Booker’s make believe thug friend T Bone and I got a DM of how dare I tear a man down and it’s people like me who are going to ensure a re-election. Like, first of all he’s polling at 1% higher than me, and secondly that T-Bone shit is just funny. The electorate as it stands now isn’t engaged, they’re terrified. Like an episode of scared straight, people are flocking to [REDACTED] simply because they feel like he’d win in the general when he’s barely released a platform. The same people who are retroactively annoyed by Obama’s centrist ways are seemingly okay with [REDACTED], who is 10x worse.
Behaviorial scientists believe that choice overload will ultimately lead to more disappointed, reluctant, unenthused voters. Like most users on Netflix binge the same 4 shows rather than be overwhelmed by the catalog. (Seriously, how many damn times can you watch The Office) They conclude that even the most informed engaged voter will exhaust themselves trying to give everyone a fair look. There’s optimists who believe a crowded field means everyone has a horse in the race and so they will follow more closely. Personally, I’m waiting for the caucuses to clean some of this mess up.