Promise Me the Moon
When I was a kid, it wouldn’t have taken much for a presidential candidate to win my vote.
Promising a few more snow days would be a good start.
A soda machine in every house (who needs a chicken?)
Unlimited access to comic books.
Can’t say I cared much about the economy, or foreign relations, or silly stuff like that.
Get me something practical, like and extra hour of cartoons on Saturday morning, and I would be content.
Over at Think Christian, Gideon Strauss suggests that maybe we shouldn’t let our childish desires determine our choice of candidates.
Easy for him to say. He probably had a soda machine in his house when growing up.