Tomorrow is Super Tuesday, when between bouts of either crying over the loss of one’s chosen team in that other “Super” event or the amount of hot wings and processed cheese one has consumed the Sunday prior, one must summon a new burst of energy to once again ride the wave of presidential primaries. At least this time they’ve had the courtesy to multi-task and cram 15 (16, if you’re a Democrat) primaries into one glorious, overblown event.
It’s not that The Review doesn’t care about who becomes the next President. On the contrary, as journalists we’re rather keen on the idea of getting a national leader who will not only read but enforce the Constitution, as well as provide easier access to birth control/lower gas prices/lower college tuition/free sandwiches once a week nationwide, depending on whom you’re asking. It’s just that after a steady six-month diet of candidates, primaries and celebrity endorsements, it’s awfully hard even for us to get fired up about yet another supposed winnowing of the field.
While candidates have pulled out of the race throughout the primary process, none of the major players backed out until recently with the withdrawal of John Edwards and Rudy Giuliani. It is definitely a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, it comes after we’ve been surrounded by media coverage of the various primaries that treated each one as though it was a milestone when honestly, for 98 percent of the population it was about as integral to daily life as a four-square championship game at the elementary school down the street.
Coverage of politics is important. People should be informed about their candidates and, to an extent, be able to connect to whomever they choose to be the next President of the United States. The problem arises when coverage becomes minute to the point of boredom. People want to know how presidential candidates will use their position of power to affect the lives of Americans in a positive way. Hearing how someone who sort-of-maybe-might-be-President plans to possibly fix a prospective issue when and if he or she even makes it to the party primary? Over and over again, inescapably taking over news stations, newspapers and magazines across the globe? We’re all for thoroughness, but we need a break. Surely there are other issues that deserve media attention. Anyone heard anything lately from Darfur? The Middle East? Afghanistan? Any story not involving Heath Ledger?
Between the same stale offerings of the primaries and the fluffy escapism of Hollywood gossip, The Review isn’t sure we can make it to November without pushing away from the table of the national press. Even if Steven Seagal were to, say, declare his support for Barack Obama and challenge Chuck Norris to a political kung-fu death match, we’re not sure we could stomach the ensuing replays of stump speeches and political pageantry. Well, at least until we found out who won.