Yawn! Field Not Inspiring

From the Desert with feet planted firmly in the Cornfield
From the Desert with feet planted firmly in the Cornfield

OK, so it is still five months before voters get a chance to voice their opinion on whom they hope will be at the top of the Democratic and Republican presidential tickets come November, 2016. Yes, in politics that is like 50,000 years away.

Time is running out, however, for any other candidates to get in the race. Deadlines are fast approaching.

As I look across the field of candidates – Republican, Democratic, Libertarian, Reformists, Independents – I become lethargic and near to apathy. My brain becomes devoid of oxygen and a gigantic yawn escapes.

I am not impressed.

None of the current crop is saying or doing anything to draw me in and want to learn more. None of the current crop come close to inspiring me to participate and do my civic duty.

That does not mean there are not some candidates I think are qualified and would do an admirable job as president. But those candidates have set sail and left me standing on the dock back at the marina.

Poll numbers indicate that I am not alone. The enthusiasm level, even among those who have staked claim to this candidate or that one, is nowhere near where it should be – even this far out in the season.

If I could still sing, I would break out in song. I would make sure the whole world could hear me belting, “Holding out for a hero!”

Alas! There are no heroes on the horizon.

As I said, there are some candidates that could grab my eye, if the candidates would only do it.

Jim Webb on the Democratic side is one such candidate. He has more than enough experience. Webb is more than qualified, serving the country in Congress and in the Defense Department.

But where is Webb?

Webb is nowhere to be seen. Webb announced he is running, but he is still sitting on the sidelines as if waiting for a team mate to hand off the baton in a relay race.

Does he not realize this is a sprint, not a relay?

John Kasich is another. Sure he is out on the field trying to gain traction. But he was not that impressive in the last debate. He seemed to be the hare that suddenly stopped to catch a few Z’s.

Perhaps Kasich did not get the moral of the story – how the turtle won by steady, but slow plodding, not stopping.

There are those candidates to whom some are flocking. Those candidates know how to turn a phrase or capture the pulse of the people. Those candidates know how to write in such a way to draw you into the story.

And yet, substance appears to be lacking. Watching them on the trail or during the debates, there is nothing to warm the heart or stimulate the mind.

There is an empty feeling.

It is like going out and pigging out on certain foods, leaving the table and being hungry 30 minutes later.

Is there a candidate in the field or one waiting in the wings who can fill that void or breathe in fresh, invigorating air in what is becoming a stagnant atmosphere?

From the Desert with my feet firmly planted in the Cornfield, I am suffering from political malnutrition. Vitamins and supplements are not enough. I need a shot of political enlightenment from a candidate who can rock the boat.

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I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier.
I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud;
two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia.

On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side.

On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx.
The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed
with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning.
I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals.
The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

I suffer from chronic Horton’s Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems.
Statistically, Horton’s affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.

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