Change. Change. Change.
How many different ways can the candidates say the word change?
How many different meanings can they force out of that one little word?
How many lemmings does it take to follow that word over the cliff?
I’m sick of the word “change.” Sick to death. It’s everywhere. It’s like a mantra by political zombies.
“Change. Change. We want change.”
What they really need, and probably should indulge in, is what real zombies do. Brains.
I don’t want change. It’s a meaningless word. Change does not mean better. It just means change. And sometimes, change can actually mean for the worse. Surprise!
Won’t that be a shocker come election time and the change they get isn’t for the better. Surprise!
Because to be honest, the world is all about change. Nothing is ever stagnant.
The banks collapsing. That’s change. Stock market going south. That’s change. The whole mortgage fiasco coming to a head. That’s change.
And the only thing that doesn’t change? The lies the politicians tell us.
You know what I want? Something no one is promising. Improvement. Verifiable, quantifiable, honest-to-goodness, real goddamned improvement.
I want the economy to improve, not change.
I want the housing markets to improve, not change.
I want the job market to improve, not change.
I want race relations to improve, not change.
I want human rights to improve, not change.
So the next time some politician starts rambling on about change this and change that and how he’d like change in a box and change with a fox, stand up and yell, “Stick your change up your ass! I want improvement!” You’ll feel much better for it.
About the only good thing I can think about changes is it’s a kickass song by the Thin White Duke.
Have a listen and try to think about improvement, not change.