LJ Idol Week 18: Unsatisfied

Hello, my name is Chazari and I voted for Eliot Spitzer. He was a candidate I thought could change New York state for the better. I knew Spitzer couldn't completely fix our problems, but I felt he could take control of the car and drive us down a different highway that lead to more jobs, better schools, and ice cream cones. Instead he spent his short time in office screaming at the kids in the back seat and threatening to turn the car around.

Yesterday Eliot Spitzer, also known as Client 9, resigned from office amid a prostitution ring scandal.

I wish I could say that I'm surprised. I wish that I could say the failure of former Governor Spitzer is a fluke. Sadly he's the latest in a long list of politicians failing the people who voted them in office. Not failing just because they thought only with their nether-regions but failing because they lied, cheated, and/or stole.

And I'm sick of it.

Now granted, when I think of good politicians I think of men in funny clothing singing and dancing about independence. I admit that's mostly because I have watched "1776" so many times that not only can I quote it verbatim, but I can probably do most of the dance numbers for you. Because of obsessively watching that movie, I was led to believe that there were people who not only argued logically but with passion and song, voted for what they believed, and truly struggled with the best way to represent their constituents. I suspect it's that musical and romantic view of our founding fathers that makes me polish  my rosy glasses time and again only to have them knocked off my nose after a sucker punch of political failure.

And now we have the presidential election on the horizon. I find myself filled with hope that one of the three candidates take the wheel and finally find that stupid road, but I don't know. I'm fed up and I'm starting to believe that we are just going to get more of the same half-assed job and controversy. Maybe it's time I stopped caring. Maybe it's time I stopped idealizing people who are bound to make mistakes or forget about that little thing called ethics. Maybe it's time for me to get out of the car for a while and stretch my legs. Maybe it's time I find my own way to that road. I do hope there is ice cream at the end.