There’s always something to howl about.

If Suddenly Your Phone Is Ringing Off The Hook…

Then You Must Live In A Super-Duper Tuesday State

With the advent of the “Do Not Call” lists and associated laws, most of us have enjoyed some level of peace from the cacophony of telemarketers.

That is, until recently.

There were loopholes left in the “Do Not Call” bill. Particularly noticeable is the loophole for political candidates and political parties – as well as other so-called “non-profit” organizations.

Isn’t it funny how once again, those who “rule” over the dumb-masses are exempt from the laws they pass on the rest of us? How many of us, as Realtors, have wanted to call a FSBO – only to realize that they are on the Do Not Call list?

Is our livelihood less important than theirs?

And now, in this Presidential election year, we have before us a set of choices that do not inspire me at all. Oh sure, we have the first woman or African-American that has a chance of winning… but neither in my estimation is qualified for the job. I just don’t view a few years in the U.S. Senate – with no substantial legislative accomplishments – as a qualification.

On the other side of the aisle, I don’t see any great choices, either. We’ve got one guy who has helped pass laws that are outright unconstitutional – and positions that are at odds with what I feel are in the best interests of the country… and another who lifts his political finger in the air to decide what his core values are – and picks up his checkbook to bludgeon his opponents.

On top of everything else, our system is set up in such a way that most of the field has been eliminated before most of us get to cast our first ballot. Think about it – only three million ballots have been cast, yet we’re down to four or five candidates.

So for most of us – we won’t be casting a vote FOR anyone… because many of us have watched our first choice get eliminated in the first few rounds. Instead, we’ll be choosing between the lesser of two evils. Or at least the lesser of two weasels.

Rest assured, I’ll be holding my nose.