Get the hose out and the buckets ready: The political campaign season has come again.
Between now and November, we'll be driving through such a storm of slurs, innuendos, insults, and lies that we'll have to wash the slime off our windshields every few days. And every morning, we'll wake up to a barrage of new questions about insurance scams, bribery, stock fraud, boozing, drug running, and assorted other malfeasances involving the men and women asking for the reins of our public life.
Commentators will bemoan how nasty politics has become.
They'll wonder plaintively why no one "takes the high road" anymore. They'll berate voters for obsessing over musty sex scandals when they could be discussing the consequences of that very important banking privacy regulation which mandates disclosure of nonessential financial information for adults earning less than $50,000 but over the age of 30 retroactively prorated to fiduciary agents unless the parties of the first part happen to be minors in which case HB112 will continue to apply... (Ahem. Wake up!)
On one point, virtually all pundits will agree. It's getting worse. This election will be nastier than the last, they'll say, which was nastier than the one before, and so on back to a golden age of dignified democracy when American politicians all spoke like Shakespeare.
Well, Virginia, I hate to break the news, but that golden age never existed.