I'm Not 'Fraid of No Ghosts!

Should we vote? Should we care? Seriously, where IS John Galt? My telephone rings and I know it is one of the other machines calling my machine, which I won't answer because the machine will record it, and anyway I don't want to hear it: I don't believe any of the messages anymore. Did I ever? Yes, but I was 18 and that was before the assassin's bullet took Bobby down, and then again, oddly enough in a complete ideology turn, I believed in "compassionate conservatism." And now? And now I just want them to leave me alone. They have betrayed my sense of fairplay, and honor has become a word out of sync -- without meaning inside a time that allows Charlie Sheen to go scott free in the court of public opinion. No wonder the politicians are corrupt; they see society as expecting and accepting nothing more or less. We are all too old for the ad machine comic cut-out replications today. Nobody believes Ivory or anything else is 99and100% pure. So what do we do about this election Tuesday? Vote just to say we voted? There needs to be a man behind the curtain, you know. We can't in good conscience vote for the empty puppets in the magic show. Aside from all the corruption that is real, we keep picking away in our obsession with political correctness and finding faults. It is as if as a nation we are looking for Christ in our candidates, and when we find imperfections, we become one with the media as the message ... as the chants rise and the tar and feather sends a series of souls out of town, one by one..leaving only the caricatured figures like Charlie Sheen still standing, because somehow we didn't ever expect more out of people like them anyway. So where does that leave us? Atlas can't shrug; it just wouldn't do, but we don't have Christ to kick around anymore, either. Appropriate that the vote is this close to All Hallows Eve. Who ya' gonna' call?