There are so many of us who write on these blogs pretending to know what's best, who's best and what everyone ought to do. We pontificate, we blow steam, we harang, we criticize and we generally make like know-it-all blowhards.
Yesterday, my son drove out of Pennsylvania on four hours of sleep and headed west on I-70 for Indianapolis. When he gets there, he will immediately hit the ground "cutting turf" (I'm not sure what that means, but he does a lot of it) and working canvases all across the state for his candidate.
He won't spend a minute of time cruising blogs or making inane posts anywhere except through e-mail concerning matters that are important to the campaign. He doesn't blow smoke, pontificate or otherwise waste his energy on bullshit that will make no difference whatsoever in how people will vote or perceive his candidate.
He is one of thousands of real life heros who makes this process work so that us blowhard bullshitters can post our silly rhetoric. He puts his feet on the ground and his brain into action and makes things happen.
Today I honor my son and all the other campaign workers in this country who go unnoticed, but are the real power behind the pretty faces, and the smiling talking heads.
Bravo to all of you. . . and please, drive carefully.