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Election Reform,
American Idol Style
by Mad Dog
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It’s true Barack Obama is no Fantasia Barrino and John
McCain has no idea how many seasons the show has been on the air but
promises to have his people go online and find out, but that doesn’t
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Now that the Democratic
and Republican Dog and Pony Shows—I mean, national conventions—are
over, the presidential campaign that began before the 12-year-old next
door was born is ready to kick into high gear. Just what we needed.
We’re tired, worn out, numb from the brain down, and at this point
couldn’t care less how it turns out so long as it’s over and we can
go back to reading about four-eared cats and watching TV commercials for
tuna-flavored Polident. Really, there’s got to be a better way to
elect a president.
Well, there is.
For starters, we could take a tip
from the British. After all, if it wasn’t for their king and his
taxation we wouldn’t be having an election in the first place. We
could have a short campaign schedule, place a limit on how much money
the candidates can spend, and make schoolboys wear shorts, white shirts,
and silly caps to school. Sure the last one won’t help the election
process, but it would make for much more fun childhood photos of the
candidates, a big improvement over having to see them dressed for school
in Indonesia or posing with cuneiform second grade primers in their
hand.
While a shorter schedule would help
make the election more tolerable, is it enough to get people out to
vote? After all, in the last election only 56.7% of eligible voters
bothered to show up at the polls. That’s pitiful. Fox can run some
promos and get 31.4 million viewers to cast 65 million votes for the
finale of American Idol, yet the 2004 presidential candidates
spent $699 million and only managed to eke out 122 million votes. I’ll
save you the trouble of pulling out your calculator—it means they
spent $5.73 per vote. As my next door neighbor in Virginia used to say,
it ain’t right.
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First, we allow call-in voting. Hey, we’re Americans,
we’re used to sitting in our Barcalounger and ordering a pizza, CDs,
and an Air Turbo Microwave Pasta Cooker by getting someone to hand us
the phone, so why can’t we vote that way?
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Now it’s true Barack Obama is no Fantasia Barrino and John
McCain has no idea how many seasons the show has been on the air but
promises to have his people go online and find out, but that doesn’t
mean we can’t take a few tips from the show. After all, if we can’t
learn something from American Idol then we might have to admit
that it’s just mindless entertainment, and you wouldn’t want that,
would you?
First, we allow call-in voting. Hey,
we’re Americans, we’re used to sitting in our Barcalounger and
ordering a pizza, CDs, and an Air Turbo Microwave Pasta Cooker by
getting someone to hand us the phone, so why can’t we vote that way?
Then we hold the election during prime time. Since we’ll be able to
vote by phone, the polls won’t have to be open for long, so why not
hold the election after dinner when we’re relaxed, focused, and can
comfortably fall asleep in the middle of it. Besides, wouldn’t it be
more exciting to watch a tote board like they use on telethons rather
than some silly map full of red and blue that no one can keep straight
anyway?
Next, we let people vote more than
once. Sure we like to think that a democracy is about one person, one
vote, but it’s not. There’s that silly Electoral College thing in
between. If you figure that only 76% of those who are of voting age are
registered, and of that group only 56.7% bothered to vote, that means
less than half the people who can vote did. Meanwhile each American
Idol viewer voted an average of twice. Have you spotted the trend
yet? If all those potential voters aren’t going to use their ballot,
why not let those who are actually concerned about what happens to this
country use them? Don’t forget, there are still children in China who
go to bed voteless.
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All
we’d need to do is send the presidential candidates to Eugene on
Election Day so they can dress up in silly costumes, put on three-minute
talent skits, and answer one off-the-wall question posed to them by an
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Then we make the candidates perform. Face it, we want to be
entertained, not bored. They sling mud, jabber a lot but say nothing,
and roll up their shirt sleeves to prove that they’re just common
folks who happen to wear gold and diamond cufflinks. Forget that. Sing.
Dance. Spin plates on a pole. Learn ventriloquism so you can put words
in someone else’s mouth for a change. You say it’s degrading?
Obviously you haven’t seen them kissing babies, posing by farm
equipment as if they have a clue what it does, and shaking hundreds of
hands at a taffy pull. In fact, we could turn it into a pageant. Not a
beauty pageant as we know it, since having to see the candidates strut
around in swimsuits and evening gowns while wearing high heels would be
cruel and inhuman punishment even though it would be more entertaining
than another so-called debate, but rather a pageant that would be fun
and tell us a lot about the candidates. You know, like the election of
the Slug Queen in Eugene, Oregon.
Each year since 1983 the people of
Eugene elect a Slug Queen. I was lucky enough to witness the competition
and coronation about 10 years ago and, as you can tell, I’m still
impressed. Five people vied for the title of Slug Queen, and two of them
were men. Contestants were Slugareina, who did a slimy variation of the
Macarena; Birtha, the token pregnant contestant; Princess Paulina, a
bearded guy in a wheelchair; Visca and Gastropia Nudibranchia, who were
Siamese slugs attached at the dress; and Slugmistress Bagonda, a
6’4” guy in drag who won the crown wearing a dress made from duct
tape.
They were judged in three categories
— costume, question, and talent. And it was over in 90 minutes, as
opposed to our current system which lasts about 90 months. All we’d
need to do is send the presidential candidates to Eugene on Election Day
so they can dress up in silly costumes, put on three-minute talent
skits, and answer one off-the-wall question posed to them by an old Slug
Queen. Then we can all vote—you know, by phone from our chair, or even
better, raise our hands and scream like they do in Eugene—and vote for
the slimy candidate of our choice. Personally, I can’t wait to see how
John McCain looks in a duct tape dress.
©2008 Mad Dog
Productions, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Read them while trying to figure out how to vote by text message.
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