Officially, it's autumn. (No, seriously. Check the calendar.) And autumn is the traditional time for change, for the passing of things of which we have had enough.
I don't know about you, but I've got a list.
Enough, when it comes to politics?
Oh, where to start.
Given the state of the nation and the uncertainty of the world, enough of giving even a moment's consideration to voting for a presidential candidate for any reason other than he is, in the voter's humble opinion, the best person for the job.
Not because the ticket happens to include a woman, any woman.
Not because the candidate is not the black candidate.
Not because some among us are still smarting over Hillary.
And forgive my inner school marm here, but enough, too, of a national-level politician neglectin' to put that "g" on her -ing words. (Doggone it, pronounce the word! Darn right!)
Enough, too, of politicizing what should be moral, personal and private matters that are nonetheless so polarizing that politicians can ride them right into office. Never mind these "issues" have nothing to do with serving citizens or governing in general.
Enough of trying to limit who loves, lives with or commits to whom.
And around here?
Enough, enough, enough of a pseudo-celebrity mother (unless you consider marriage to a wrestler followed by mincing about on a "reality" TV show celebrity) who gets a speeding ticket accusing her of going 71 in a 55-mph zone. While on her way to jail to see her psuedo-celebrity son who is serving a sentence on a reckless driving charge in a wreck that left his friend horribly and forever damaged. Please, form yourselves a Mothers of Spoiled Celebrities Support Group — maybe Britney and Jamie Lynn's mom could join — and stay out of the headlines.
Enough of the cloud hanging over our otherwise-stellar Lowry Park Zoo, and the almost-daily revelations that are starting to make the place sound like a lending library, only with monkeys for books. Enough of worrying what's been going on at the top. Time for new leadership and restored confidence.
Enough of the little things that make your brain ache.
Enough of that deceptively pleasant-sounding woman who comes on when you're taking a breath to leave a message on someone's cell phone, interrupting (rude!) with her long-winded and brainless suggestions. "When you are finished recording, hang up," she says. Really? No way! Just, like, hang up when I'm done? Who knew!
And enough of that TV commercial with that loser schlub and that song snippet about "free credit report dot com, baybee" that rolls around endlessly in my head.
Enough of kids walking to the school bus stop in the dark. Bring on that fall-back time change.
Enough of weather so hot and heavy it feels like a layer of lotion slapped on your skin the second you step outside. This being October and all.
Oh, and enough of (editor's note: Due to concerns about karma and the tempting of fate, we have omitted a related item regarding a certain weather-related season, which, let's just say involves six months of big swirly storms and rhymes with let-it-rain. Ix-nay on the urricanes-hay.)
Finally, enough of O.J. Simpson. And this time, we mean it.
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