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Griffs Notes 9/14/06

Pol-i-tics (noun): 1. a: the art or science of government b: the art or science concerned with guiding or influencing governmental policy c: the art or science concerned with winning and holding control over a government.

- Webster’s Dictionary

In case you didn’t notice, there’s an election in less than two months. How do I know this you ask? The air is cooling, the days are getting shorter and the political climate in Washington is beginning to rise to that infamous boiling point of vicious partisanship.

Democratic leaders accused President Bush of giving a “political” speech on Monday night – the 5-year anniversary of 9/11. They have taken to daily barrages on President Bush’s handling of the war in Iraq, his policies on fighting the war on terror and called for Sec. Rumsfeld’s resignation. The Republicans are beginning to fight back too. GOP stars like House Majority Leader John Boehner this week asked if “Democrats were more concerned with protecting the terrorists than protecting the American people?”

The battlefield is set: national security is this election’s golden egg.

Already, the familiar calls for “unity” and “toning down the rhetoric” are floating out of the mouths of presumably very smart people. Perhaps it’s time for a “return to civility?”

I don’t think so. This is how the game is played and the ugly truth of it is that we, the American electorate, can’t get enough of it.

Think I’m wrong? Consider why traffic jams are caused more by onlookers as opposed to the actual poor souls who were in the accident. Let’s face it – we’ve become a voyeuristic reality-series addicted society that finds genuine pleasure in watching other’s misery. Have you seen the latest Survivor episode – they divide the tribes by race!

I love election-year politics. So bring it on. Let the bitter name-calling begin. I’ve got my popcorn ready and I’m waiting for this year’s “Monkey Business”(Gary Hart) to emerge. Where is the ghost of Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards who once said, “I could not lose unless I was caught in bed with a dead girl or live boy?”

By the way… Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!