Thought I was coming down with the flu at first. Dull headache. Depression. Irritability … Then I nearly peed myself from laughing hysterically at one of our local political TV ads. That confirmed it. What’s ailing me is a whole lot worse than a mere virus. I’m obviously suffering from a severe case of EFS, or Election Fatigue Syndrome, as medical experts like Dr. Phil or Dr. Scholl would say. I know I’m not the only victim, either. There’s an EFS epidemic sweeping across America, I believe, and it’s even more formidable than the Great New York City Bedbug Outbreak of aught nine. We victims have reached our mental breaking point because of an overexposure to: Lying politicians, Landscape-cluttering yard signs, Yammering candidate debates. Political robocalls, and TV commercials that show Candidate X smiling in radiant color while Candidate Y scowls in grainy black and white with a finger buried up a nostril to the third knuckle/Doug Clark, SR. More here.

Question: Am I the only one on this side of the Spokane TV border who resents being bombarded by political ads for Washington candidates?