Are you, like I am, ready to throw in the towel? Cry uncle? Knuckle under? Abandon hope? Turn the TV screen to the wall? Make promises to God? Then you are, like I am, suffering from the malady known as Election Fatigue, or in drug company lingo, EF. And there are still fifty-four more days to go. And presently, no known antibiotic.
Fifty-four days? No big deal. That’s less than two months. You’ve waited longer than that for a couch to be delivered. Or a baby.
But , hey, let’s keep it in perspective. This election cycle may be the longest in American history, starting a full 21 months before actual election day. That’s the equivalent of two babies — past their due date.