In the U.S. Senate race, I endorse nobody.
First because you don’t care who I endorse. Nobody is sitting at home, refreshing obsessively, wondering when Waldo will endorse somebody so they can figure out who they’re voting for come Tuesday. It simply doesn’t matter.
Second because I have only with some reluctance made up my own mind for whom I’m voting. There’s the candidate who I think deserves to win the nomination and the candidate who I think can win the general election. They’re not the same guy. I’ve finally made up my mind between the two, but just barely.
Third because I’m an idiot. I have no special knowledge. I barely have any knowledge at all. I only put on boots this morning because it was easier than tying shoelaces. I’d like to check my bank balance, but I can’t remember the password. It takes me at least two tries to spell the word “genius.” I have no business endorsing anybody.
I’ve watched this race with something between disgust and forced disinterest for the past six weeks. I’m tired of seeing otherwise-intelligent friends convince themselves (and attempt to convince others) that one candidate or another is “evil.” I have no wisdom to impart. I’m sick of increasingly-hysterical mailers from each candidate. I’ll sit at my polling place for a few hours on Tuesday, hand out literature and gab with my neighbors. And whoever wins, I’ll volunteer for him and know that he’d make a far better representative than Sen. George Allen.