Dary

It must be me.

For the longest time I thought, “What is wrong with these people?”.

I would hear the candidate that I supported quote the golden rule only to be booed and that question would go through my head.

I would hear the candidate that I supported point out the stupidity of shooting down Russian jets only to hear the next candidate, competing with the other warmongers, claim that he was looking forward to it.

The question would go through my head again.

I'd hear the candidate that I supported point out the unintended consequences of regime change only to hear the talking heads post debate say “He's done.” ...and the question would go through my head.

Instance after instance I would hear the candidate that I supported give rational, reasoned answers to the toughest questions given to any candidate, only to be ignored in the polls, and I'd ask myself once again “What is wrong with these people?”

The weekly polls would come out and I'd find myself agreeing with the candidate in the bottom 2 to 5 percent, and there it was again gnawing away at me like an impossible, undetectable error.

That's when it hit me. There is nothing wrong with them. There is something wrong with me.

There must be. How is it possible that what I think to be so right could possibly be so wrong.

It must be me.

There is only one possible explanation. I'm living in a Bizarro World. I'm living in the twilight zone, like some sort of time shifted alternate dimension kind of an anomaly thing.

But that doesn't make me wrong. I'm just out of phase.

I must be.