After the train ladies: post-Spring Break primaries introduce presidential candidates
By biconews On 21 Mar, 2000 At 05:00 AM | Categorized As Archives | With 0 Comments

By Jenn Grackin

Welcome back, Bi-Co readers. I hope you all had relaxing spring breaks. Before I go into the real meat of this week’s column, I would like the chance to fill you in on what happened over my spring break in Fort Wayne. Here it is in the form of a poem:

Dino, Hard Rock, 2nd City

Old cars, Mister Lincoln, Hindi

Planes, train ladies, home

Now for the rest of my column. Well, while we were away last week, the race for the presidency was narrowed down to two candidates. I voted by absentee ballot in the New York State primary, but I might as well not have bothered. The candidate of my choice, Mr. Bill Bradley, got into a snafu and, instead of campaigning in New York, he spent the week before the primary in Washington State and had student volunteers stand in Bryant Park yelling at passers-by to come to a “Bradley Rally.”

At the beginning, I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen with the Democratic nomination, and as the race began, I realized that the candidate I liked was probably not going to get the nomination. However, Bradley’s mere presence in the race could really improve politics.

I felt the same way about the race for the Republican nomination, but in that case I really thought that John McCain had a chance, simply because I think W. is a blithering idiot who changes positions so quickly that you could get whiplash from watching him. But, that is all in

the past because McCain dropped out of the race. I hear he’s vacationing somewhere.

Now we are left with the boys who are out to make their daddies proud.

The nominating conventions are not until August, but as I learned last semester, conventions today mean nothing at all. They are merely a big ol’ party where the political party in question pats itself on the back in front of the media. Oh, yeah, and there are lots of balloons and funny

hats, too.

The Republicans will be meeting right here in Philadelphia while the Democrats are out in San Diego. For a while, just for kicks, I thought that I might volunteer for the Republican National Convention as a clapper/greeter. Then I realized that they would probably ask for my party affiliation and, since there is not one Republican in my entire extended family, I would have a problem. San Diego is out of the question because my internship, my apartment and everything else I am doing this summer are right here.

So, during the convention, I will try to take my lunch breaks outside in hopes of seeing celebrity Republicans such as Strom Thurmond. I’ll watch the Democratic convention on TV for kicks, but, as I mentioned earlier, the slate has been written on, and we have our candidates. Neither of them arouses any particular passion in me, but I do fear W.’s ignorance and Al Gore’s lack of a personality (I am also afraid of his wife, but I think that might have to do with her name).

For the next eight months, I will read the newspapers, watch the debates, and wait for the day when I mail yet another absentee ballot back to the board of elections in Yapank, NY. No matter what happens between now and then, it all boils down to how each candidate can do on the one day in the calendar year that actually counts. May the best man win, and no matter what your political affiliation, remember that your vote counts.

And if your man doesn’t win it’s only four years.

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