I don’t care about your opinions. You don’t pay me to listen to them and unless you’ve already begun the wire transfer, shut up! The kicker here is that many of you who are filling my Facebook, Twitter, Newspaper, overly-sensitive ears up with your crappy opinions on the other day’s election in Massachusetts for the Senate seat vacated when Teddy kicked the bucket.
You usually fall into one of three categories: 1) you are one of the two candidates (Scot”ty” Brown or Martha “Yankee-Fan” Coakley), 2) You live in the state of Massachusetts (Note: this means you ACTUALLY live there now, not “I grew up there but now I live somewhere else but I still have an opinion even though I haven’t done a dammed bit of research) 3) Neither of the above but think people should still listen to your opinion.
Look I didn’t chime in when there was a Senate race in New Jersey last year. And I didn’t feel the need to celebrate or mourn (depending on your “side”) Washington State’s Gubernatorial race either.
Do you know why?
That’s because I don’t care. They don’t care about me and I don’t care about them. If they succeed, fail, or otherwise fade into the shadows...it doesn’t bother me. Take a lesson.