To Gov. Romney and Pres. Obama:
Be advised that I’m not listening to you. The millions of dollars you, your campaigns, and your super PACs are spending to woo my vote are wasted. Worse than wasted. Counterproductive.
I am not listening because I do not believe you. Either of you. Every word you utter, everything you do, is carefully calculated to pander to one group of voters or another. President Obama, your executive order regarding illegal immigrants is a prime example. If you really intended to do anything about immigration, you’d have done it years ago. Your presidency ceased to exist when the campaign began; you’ve become just another candidate. Gov. Romney, you’ve already said enough to convince me I don’t want any part of you. “Corporations are people, my friend.” Seriously? And by the way, I’m not your friend. I don’t even know you. Besides, if you were my friend, you’d know to keep your hands off Planned Parenthood and a woman’s right to choose.
Both of you (and your rich friends) are spending money like it’s going out of style — of course, it already has for most Americans. You think you’re going to impress us by spending millions — or billions — on advertising when so many of us are without jobs, or homes, or secure retirements? It’s not even honest, informative advertising. It’s misrepresentation, innuendo, quotes and clips without context, hyperbole, etc. We already know you think the other guy is a lowdown dirty rat; why not try to convince us you’re not?
We voters have been sentenced to listen to and watch your tiresome bashing of each other until November 6. Rest assured an endless barrage of garbage between now and then is not going to make us swoon with admiration. Nor will outspending the opposition assure your victory.
You aren’t fooling me. You are, in fact, confirming what I’ve suspected all along — that politics is for the wealthy, that the campaign is a game for the wealthy, and that elected office in Washington is just a trophy for the wealthy. It’s not about America anymore, if it ever was. It’s not about the average Tom, Dick, and Harriet. It’s all about you, you, you.
Go ahead and spend your millions. Throw your big summer bashes in Charlotte and Tampa and reward your faithful, fawning delegates. But remember this: All you’re buying is my enmity. My vote is not for sale.
Registered independent voter