The campaign is over

Well, it's finally over. All that's left to say is little bits and pieces: enticements, really, to get us to stay in the process and participate again when they need us. For months all we have heard is shameless promotion. At least there was very little mudslinging in this particular race. But he seized upon every opportunity to remind us that he was attempting something different. Breaking the mold. Taking a stab at something new. He appeared on every talk show, even sitting down with the ladies (?) on The View. Since I was never a fan in the first place, I didn't intend to throw my support his way. Oh, he's charming and witty, and more real since he settled down. But all the TV ads seemed to be filled with little snippets of screaming. That may appeal to the younger set, but it doesn't do anything for me. I'm afraid I'm a bit out of his demographic.

Although the elections were held last week, I'm not referring to a political race: I'm talking about the premiere of Jerry Seinfeld's Bee Movie. For months the ubiquitous Jerry has promoted his first animated flick with his toothy grinned innocence. Each time I saw the hapless Bee attached to a tennis ball, I prayed, "Make it stop. Please! Make it stop." I longed for political ads insinuating that insurance only exists for the good of humanity, and that it was greedy trial lawyers who wanted to gum up the whole scheme. I waited for one more message from Mike Kreidler, and I couldn't wait to see Jane Hague's perpetual smile try to erase the memory of one very bad choice. Why couldn't we see another ad showing Jeff Glickman trying to get hit by a car under the railroad bridge in Woodinville? How about great arguments for AND against Proposition 1? Each time I heard a little girl say, "Hi, Bee!" I ran for the remote to change the channel, but I was never quick enough. The onslaught was at it's worst in the late afternoons when I was cooking. A few times I tried to plug my ears, but only ended up with salad cookie dough in my hair.

But this week the airwaves have almost stopped buzzing. I figure we have a few months until the Seinfeld machine gears up again for the DVD release. I'm sure we will have to endure the nonsense all over again. By then we'll probably be up to our knees in presidential mudslinging. And who knows? By spring I may be longing to hear the bees scream.