My Insulted Intelligence

The voice of the narrator sounds sad. . . emotionally pulverized by the depravity he's been subjected to. The nefarious images are slammed down upon your conciousness in black and white. . . mostly black. . . lurking in dusty shadows. There's the tired emaciated face of a villainous politician. He looks confused and morally bankrupt as thunder echoes in the background. I think I've heard this music before in a movie. . . maybe when Darth Vador appears on the screen or is it when Hannibal Lechtor is about to get his munch on? Suddenly the picture changes to a colorful field vivid with blue and gold flowers waving gracefully in a warm summer breeze as the other candidate strolls along smiling at the beautiful laughing child holding his hand. The sunlight rests upon him illuminating the edge of his profile and creating an almost celestial effect. The music changes to something played on a piano sweet and melodious and the narrator's voice softens too. . . evoking optimism and security and courageous pride. The bold words on the screen ameliorate from stark condemnations to red, white, and blue happy words like trust and prosperity and success. It makes me wish I could vote right now. Not for the good guy in the commercial. Not for the bad guy. I just want to vote for someone who doesn't think I'm stupid. Any suggestions?