Home Country: Mule Barn Chatter on Elections

“This whole election process just doesn’t work for me,” Dud said, sipping his

coffee. “There’s no way we can tell who is best for the job.”

Doc, being the senior member of the Mule Barn truck stop’s world dilemma

think tank, looked kindly at Dud. “Well, haven’t you been reading what each guy

stands for, Dud?”

Dud shrugged. “Sure. But I firmly believe they only tell you what you want to

hear. They’re the best, and the other guy is going to take you straight to ruined

aspirations.”

“Ruined aspirations?” piped up Steve, the cowboy with the owlish look of pure

bowlegged intellectualism. “That’s why I’ve always thought we need a contest. A

real contest. Have them put their aspirations where they’ll do the most good.”

“A contest?”

“Bull riding,” said Steve, nodding sagely. “Just put them on bulls and the first one

to fall off loses.”

“But what does bull riding have to do with taxes and warfare and education and

all that stuff?” asked Doc.

“Nothing at all,” said Steve, “but you can bet it will separate the serious

candidates from the oh-what-the-heck guys.”

“I like what I’m hearing here,” said Dud, with a grin. “Only problem is, if they

ride bulls, one of them might get killed.”

Steve grinned, “Simplifies that ol’ selection process, doesn’t it?

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This year, vote for biodegradable candidates. And insist they prove it first.

Slim Randles

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