South City Confessions: An important reminder for every voter during this election year

It's simple, really.

Voting for political office, government seats, or whatever is listed on those ballots that we fill in the circle or punch it out from the thick paper. In the end, can you remember five names that you voted for, outside of the obvious and well reported winners, over the past few years? Don’t count me among that group.

It’s all a forgettable and doomed practice that somehow should still be carried out. Just don’t expect it to mean enough to argue furiously or call each other incredibly terrible things over. Life goes on, just like politics. But first, some helpful yet harsh advice.

It’s that time of the season, every fourth year where millions venture out to the churches and voting houses to cast their votes for people they can barely fucking remember. A terrible time to be a citizen in this country will stem from the maddening desire to try and push the awful Donald Trump back into the White House. I don’t and will never get voting for a guy with over 95 charges pending against him for a second time, but Americans can’t be turned around.

Joe Biden is older than dirt, but somehow the better candidate who won’t call out other leaders on X or make an ass of himself on camera. Does the man nod off during stuff? Sure. Does he need notecards for speeches? I would, and my years only make up half of Biden’s age. He’s the less bad option, if the race shapes out to be as predictable as ever.

Voting for Trump is like voting for the manager voted worst in the city to help open your restaurant.

Voting for Trump is akin to setting the world on fire… again.

Voting for Trump is like informing a peaceful future that it can fuck off.

Biden detractors could list a few things they hate about him. Same as anybody named Joe over the age of 80. It won’t be as bad as the list for his overcooked opponent, but I digress to the larger moral of this once-every-few-months political take: It doesn’t matter who you vote for. They’re all full of shit.

Somewhat or all together, plain all full of it. Trump, Biden, the forty people who set out to run and stop, etc. They could make things worse, the same, or delay a solution. Nobody can walk into this current climate of political leaders of this country and make a dent, because the whole thing is poisoned. The country is still engaged by a guy who thinks every election was rigged except for his. The country doesn’t like the very old guy running things, even if his opponent isn’t much younger. The ones who vote for someone else will make their voices heard, but it’ll still be pretty quiet.

Robin Williams put it so much better in the underrated Barry Levinson film, Man of the Year. Politicians are like diapers: they’re full of shit and should be changed often. No matter how you spin the top right now, we’re all losers in the voting game. There’s also the fact that elections aren’t really decided by the civilians; electoral votes and all the things out of our reach.

So, all of this fighting and violence doesn’t need to sit beside every election. Go out and vote who you vote for, whatever. Just know that deep down, it’s all a charade with an endless line of bullshit coming forward. That’s it. All I have to say. Go on with the day, and keep an open mind this holiday, aka Nov. 5, season.

Personally, I’d vote for Paul Rudd.