It's that time of year again - voting time. 
I can tell because:
 
        People are knocking on my door who normally would not.  Sunday, a white-eyed young man wearing a backpack, kaki shorts, sandals, and a knit-type hat, somewhat influenced by a Mumiah-Abu Jamal wardrobe knocked on my door.  He was approx. 20-24 years of age, and was holding some political literature in his hands.  

        My television is full of mud slinging commercials that take "Playin' The Dozens" to a whole new level.  There was a time in American Politics when politicians ran on their own accomplishments, rather than the perceived or otherwise failures of their opponents.  No More!  It should be noted that it becomes an even more bleak picture when we realize that many politicians focus on the failures of their opponents because their own record is not much to highlight.  Ouch!

        Yes, it's voting time again.  So, get out your registration card and go stand in line at the library, firehouse, community center, or in our case, a neighbor's basement and exercise your Constitutionally guaranteed right, make your choice known.  We are the nation that all of thee aliens swim, run, hide, stow away, and sometimes die to get to.  Though many of them claim they hate us, not many of them would turn down a chance to live here.  We are, as Michael Medved says every day, "The Greatest Nation On God's Green Earth!"

God Speed -

Charles Robert Zierle