The texts, emails and rhetoric have already begun. Sheesh. The 2020 election was bad. This one is gearing up to be even more of a humdinger! According to the WSJ, I live in one of the seven states that’s going to decide the Presidential election. You know the political ads are going to be incessant over the next eight months.
Adding to the madness and mayhem is the fact that redistricting has put me in all new districts yet again. I still don’t know which district I’m in for county level elections as there’s a lawsuit pending over whose map will be the official one used for county level elections. About the only thing that hasn’t changed is my polling location.
I’m still puzzled by how the district lines were drawn on the west side to create a majority black district that the judge required to settle last year’s state level redistricting lawsuit. If you look a map, the new districts resemble badly cut slices of bacon you find in some of the cheap brands. There is very little commonality among these new groups of voters. What’s of concern to me is probably not the top priority for someone who lives 60 miles to the south. It’ll be interesting to see if any of the folks running in our new districts reach out to potential constituents. Hubs and I were totally ignored in the most recent round of state and local elections.
Probably should discontinue all my social media accounts for the next several months.
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If the primaries were any indication of what is to come, we are in for a hum doozy of an election cycle. It got to be here that when the phone *wasn’t* ringing it was notable. The number of texts, snail mail and commercials were obnoxious. I am afraid to see what is to come.
One of the things that really bothered me, though I shouldn’t be surprised, were the number of lies being told. Tell me what is good about your candidate, not the lies you make up about his opponent.