Hot wreaking mess of an election

A few days ago, I met up with a Greek documentary producer touring the area to shoot a video about the effect of the Greek diaspora on American culture, particularly on its cuisine. Of course, we spoke about diners.

But besides diners, we had an interesting off-camera discussion about the election. She wanted to know what was going on. I said this country’s system for picking its leaders has devolved into something just short of disastrous.

We now have a system, I told her, that like the priesthood and the police, attracts mainly candidates from the margins of society. No one with any abilities applicable in the where most of us live would dare pursue this job. No one in their right mind would subject themselves to the kind of scrutiny we now pour upon our potential leaders.

Politics has always meant appealing to the mob, and thanks to the internet and the 24-hour news cycle, that seems to be all it appeals to. Any attempt to discuss substance becomes drowned by the cacophony of the infantile outrage. A thoughtful candidate could ignore the fringe, but the fringe has taken control. The lunatics run the asylum.

As a result, this election presents us with a “choice” between two very emotionally damaged people, both coming from dysfunctional families, and suffering from serious daddy issues. Lucky us.

I said to my new Greek friends that it’s been a long time coming, but the all the ingredients that have made up for this particular election have laid upon the counter for far too long. Finally, instead of tossing out this garbage, we’ve somehow managed to toss it all into the pot and turned up the heat to high. Get ready to choke on this wreaking stew for the next four years.