Underwhelmed by the Choices

So we're getting into the home stretch of presidential primary season, and honestly, I'm inundated with information, but nothing that's putting any of the candidates over the top in my mind. It appears I'm not alone.

Hillary gets the support of corporate passion/dollars, but I don't know a single person who's genuinely psyched about her. And why does she insist on appearing as if she's willing to bomb the shit out of Iran.

The kids seem to like Obama, and no doubt the man's an inspirational speaker, but those of us waiting to be wowed by bold positions are still waiting.

Edwards says things I like the hear, but can't seem to get any momentum going. Plus, I'm not sure that Edwards is all that different from Hillary, actually, except that he does mention the poor from time to time. And no one else is doing that, so kudos to John.

And did you know that, of the entire Democratic field, only Kucinich, Gravel, and Richardson actually intend to end the war in Iraq? At least they're the ones who've said that all US Military personnel will be taken out of the country. Everyone else is talking about leaving some troops there. Well, now, that's still an occupation, isn't it?

I like Dennis Kucinich a lot, but even I find it difficult to vote for a man who won't eat cheese. Mike Gravel is interesting, but I must be ageist or something. I find it hard to get passionate about a senior. So Richardson? Maybe Richardson's my candidate. He doesn't raise money at the level of the top three, and therefore he barely gets heard. I don't know much more about him. And I'm relatively engaged in the process. Oh, man.

Fortunately, the republican side is equally underwhelmed. The people who don't actually know Rudy Giuliani seem to like him a lot. The Nation magazine, with its usual zeal, published this article about Rudy's money ties. The shit's scary, man. Rudy fucking freaks me out.

This whole election freaks me out. Today, and maybe I'm just having a pessimistic day, I feel like we're truly doomed until at least 2012, at which point the Chinese will be hosting the Olympic Games, and I'll have forgotten about all their toxic toys made in factories by people who breathe all that shit in at rates much higher than our children. And grammatically that doesn't really make sense, but I'm too annoyed to fix it.

UPDATED 10/24/07: The Chinese aren't hosting the Olympics in 2012.