What If They Built A Fiasco, And Nobody Came?

One of the most disturbing aspects of the last two presidential elections has been a trend towards supporting the “guy next door” candidate. It seemed people were more concerned with him being a good guy two gave a beer with than being a good man to do diplomacy with. I was disgusted with my fellow Americans to watch them receive Bush’s ignorance as an endearing quality and distrust the other candidate for his intellect. A widely held and exploited mindset in our land is a resentment towards knowledge and science, much to my chagrin, I assure you.
So when I heard Obama’s “bitter” comments, I knew what would follow, and was dismayed at the thought of it. Sure enough, the media had ten field days and a county fair with it. They pulled the worst possible meaning of it, left behind the well thought sentiment of it, and then took turns seeing who could be most offended by it. I watched them tell us how angry we would be, and that we weren’t mindful enough to think it through past any initial dismay. But then I was given a the perfect gift.
What if they built a fiasco, and nobody came? We didn’t bite, we didn’t buy it, we didn’t choose to gobble up the talking points and not think about it ourselves, and I’m pleased as a bitter peach. Voters haven’t fled the Obama campaign, not even close to it, if anything, it has given him a bit of a bump. I hate to get my hopes up, but could we be witnessing a shift in consciousness? Could the American public be thinking on their feet?
I truly hope so, because things have really become backwards. The word elite comes from the word elect and means “a group of people considered to be the best in a particular category.” For the highest office in the worlds sole super power, who else would you want but the best of the best? Can you imagine voting for someone who wasn’t considered one of the best, and worse yet would brag about it? Me neither. But somehow, people found comfort in having a president who wasn’t any smarter than them. If you’re not elite, you’re not getting my vote, and, I’m happy to say, I’m finding myself to be in ever increasing company.