The other night we watched, "The Ides of March." As expected, it was a brilliant flick.
But then again, you don't have to twist my arm to see Ryan Gosling, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Paul Giamatti and George Clooney in action. They always deliver...especially, when Clooney was responsible for screenplay, direction, and production.
Somewhere between the movie and the endless campaign fodder that seems to spew on every media outlet...I find myself exhausted and sadly, I think the flick really drove that message home.
There was a day when I cared significantly about the in's and out's of who I was voting for...their education, experience, stance on a myriad of issues, their voting record, their private lives, and I was expecting daily dial-in's on the matter.
Now, I'm sick of hearing about Newt's open marriage, Mitt's closed purse strings, Obama's lack of results, and Paul's idealistic notions.
And so, I rarely turn my favorite talk radio programs on...I'm not even really interested in my favorite night time Daily Show/Colbert Report mockery of the candidates. I just don't care.
If there's one thing the "Ides of March" brought home, it's that the political machine is all about what it takes to get the candidate elected...not what it takes to reform, change, or ensure that the average Joe shares any commonality with the elected...just what it takes to get the winning ticket. Disgusting.
So for now, I'm having a lot of dance parties in my kitchen listening to playlists of music I haven't gravitated to for a while. I'm a bit happy with my head in the sand.