Campaigning, debate, and a bottle of rye

Disclaimer: This blog post is being made while under the influence.

So the campaign has begun to get my brother in law elected to a municipal councilor position, and the past couple days have been devoted to that. Last night was spent putting up signs to get the word out, and tonight was an introduction and a small debate about the current issues.

I don't know how well my candidate did, it's kind of up in the air. There are five people running and two positions open. One person has been in the position for 21 years, so it's likely that he will be put back in. Old people hate change, and I live in a retirement village. I think my candidate was a little too stiff and did not speak directly on the issues, but danced around them by generalizing like a typical politician. The others did the same thing, but I would vote for the guy with the plan. While we may not have lost votes, I don't think we gained very many either.

While watching the debates, I imagined myself up on the podium delivering my platform and addressing the issues along with them. I am typically a shy person and keep to myself, so I don't know if I could actually say what I am thinking. My mind is up to the task of being a politician, but I question my demeanor. Two of the candidates are pretty much dead in the water, one killed themselves tonight by demonstrating their inability to communicate and the other by attacking the competition while at the same time targeting their father, because his father served on the council and made the mistakes he talked about. It's down to three people, so it's a coin flip as to who makes it right now.

Maybe next election, or the one after, I will try to get myself in to office. My area is a retirement village, so I don't know how willing they would be to put a 26 year old into office, but if I present good enough ideas then they won't really have a choice now will they? It's sad that the only people who vote in my county are the elderly.

I think I've rambled enough for now in my rye induced epilogue, so I'll stop now. On an off note, I think I should cut back on how much I drink during the week, I have to head off to school sometime tomorrow.

P.S. God bless Firefox's spelling checker.