here:
Step away from the polls, go outside and get some perspective. Find a hobby, hire a hooker. It doesn’t matter, but at some point, everyone needs to calm the fuck down and stop living or dying by Virginia politics. It’s not a skillful sport; it comes down to money, connections, and not being a fuckup.
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Quit taking yourselves and this race seriously. The fact that you put so much energy into these things should probably tell you (and will demonstrate to your court-ordered psychiatrist) that the Virginia political machine is so filled with it’s own self-replicating ego bullshit that it can’t possibly work for the people. You. Are. Not. Important.
What’s important to recognize is that while you’re donating 500 bucks to a candidate, there is a homeless guy down the street who hasn’t eaten a decent meal in a few days, or a food bank that has empty shelves. Think about that while you stress about some two-bit poll, you selfish bastard.
I encourage each of you to take a day you would normally volunteer for a campaign and instead, after calling and politely telling the campaign volunteer coordinator to go fuck himself, find a worth charity or cause and donate your time to making a difference in the world and in the lives of others. Because, honestly, the rest of us think you people are real pricks.
Now GTFO and do something useful with your lives.
Hear, hear. I have to admit that I’ve got multiple drafts of posts related to the Virginia governor’s race generated over the last month. But halfway through each, I realize that it just won’t matter. Plus, Angry Potato’s probably already written what I’ve wanted to say, and is (usually) funnier in saying it.  So I’m just going to keep leaving it alone, for the time being. Except for saying that I hope you’re not suckered by the McAuliffe machine.
Ron Broman
“Except for saying that I hope you’re not suckered by the McAuliffe machine.”
That’s exactly why some people care so much this time around. I throw up in my mouth every time I hear someone that I respect pimping that used car salesman.
tx2vadem
“I realize that it just won’t matter.”
I find myself saying that about so much lately.
Genevieve
MB: The only thing I can think about when I think about McAuliffe was my friend having one too many when I was in Arlington over spring break and, very loudly at Rock Bottom (shush. I know there are better bars. Most are in Philly.), ranting about how Terry was going to buy the primary but lose the state, and how evil Terry was, and . . . gosh, I don’t even know.* It was pretty funny, if only because he actually thought I cared. Not so much. (In retrospect, I suspect this was revenge for my actually answering in far more detail than he required, the question about what my journal’s symposium was on.).
* This is completely off topic, but I think you’ll appreciate. I started to not have spaces between my ellipses, then corrected myself, thinking,”No, Rule 5.3.” And it wasn’t even an omission. I need to not be in school anymore.
Peej
“[…](shush. I know there are better bars. Most are in Philly.)”
Good luck trying to convince him anything better is in Philly. (Me, I agree with you, G.)