Why Ohio? Why not us?The winner of the election has always been decided before our polls have even closed
Some voters are wondering how the Republicans ignominiously lost the presidential election and gave up some seats in Congress.
The answer appears very simple to me.
The Pubbies sat back on their over-stuffed backsides, thinking that Romney was a shoe-in and didn't bother casting their votes. NO VOTES.
During this time, the Dems were energizing their early voters to put Obama back in office for another four years. As the bard would have said, "Stuff happens." It would seem that the "47 percent" on the dole are the louder voices.
We all now know the results. The Dems whupped the Pubbie's bottoms once again.
One would think the Pubbies would (as my pappy used to say), "Wake up and die right."
Gentlemanliness isn't the answer. The Pubbies needed an attack dog not unlike what the Dems trotted out with Obama and his minions. But... the Pubbies played the gentleman part beautifully ... they probably should have been nominated for an Oscar as a result of their performance.
Some voters won't attempt to hide their disappointment at the way the election was concluded. It's only too bad that a bunch of wheat farmers and corn growers in Ohio had an overly-important sway in the election outcome.
Who or what made them so important? Why not Idaho? They grow some fantastic spuds. Why not Wyoming, with its 72 residents or Montana and their sheeples?
It's pretty obvious that the election decisions made in Washington, Oregon and California have historically had zero effect on the outcome of national elections. The winner of the election has always been decided before our polls have even closed.
But... ignominious Ohio? That's plumb disgustipating. But it's a foregone conclusion that the West Coast has always been predictable in their liberal bent. Why is beyond me but it makes it easy for the prognosticators to categorize them.
Hawaii? Who's kidding whom? They might as well burn their ballots. They mean zilch in the grand scheme of things.
Anyway ... it's all over and we'll have to wait another four years to park somebody else's hoop shooting, beer drinking, movie star embracing carcass in our nation's White House.
Such is life... or... as the French would say, "C'est la vie."
I kinda prefer to adopt the slogan of the Seattle Seahawks, "Wait'll next year."