Remember asteroid movies? With varying casts and circumstances, they all have the same overriding storyline. Earth is threatened by an errant chunk of rock from deep space. What to do? What to do?
Thankfully civilization always survives, evidenced by the fact they still make movies. Remedies and defenses vary widely but the most heartrending solution was to have Bruce Willis take one for the planet and blow him and the rock up together.
In those movies, characters go on about their daily routines trying to retain a connection to normalcy as the growing proximity of the dire threat overshadows all. That’s sort of like how I feel lately.
I’m downright sick of politics, politics, politics but whatever else is going on, the background preoccupation overriding all is the election right around the corner. It’s my asteroid.
These recent columns have been political and I’m getting sick of myself on the issue. I know this election is extremely serious business for the country but everything has been said 100 times over.
When I opened my laptop to write this piece, I had no intent to mention the election. Last Saturday I attended my high school reunion so should easily have a ton of good stuff about which to write.
You’ve heard of the proverbial elephant in the room? Well, nowadays there’s a donkey along with the elephant pushing into about every thought and subject.
So I herewith surrender to the subject, but like both candidates, have nothing new to say. You know where I stand. I have absolutely no use whatsoever for President Barack Obama and his policies.
I’ve tried to work out my psychological issue regarding the president but last week’s debate made me give up. Call me un-American but I’ve quit forcing myself to listen to his preacher man sing-song blather. I left the room a few times during that debate.
I made an effort to listen and concentrate on his messages but failed to find anything solid in them not diluted by smoke and special oils. President Obama has a tenuous relationship with the truth in the best traditions of Chicago politics. I’m not an idiot and resent being talked to as such.
Nov. 6 is rendezvous day for our electoral asteroid. That night or in the wee hours of the morning, we’ll know if it missed us or Chubby Checker can write a new tune, "It’s Dinosaur Time!"
No "Bruce Willis" heroics but I’ll do everything possible to avoid impact. To that end, my wife Ann and I will help raise Deflector Shields against the threat by casting our votes early.
I hope Captain Kirk doesn’t mind me using Star Trek armor against liberal forces. Appropriately, there was a convention of "Star Wars" and "Star Trek" fans in Cape Carteret over the weekend.
Live long and prosper. I miss Spock.
Otis Gardner’s column appears here weekly. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.