One, I have expended scads of effort into criticizing and berating and pointing out the flaws in not only Obama, but every single member of the political left who rears his or her ugly head to spew garbage all over my country. If I put any more effort into it, I'd have a stroke. But I think it's incumbent upon me, both to be fair (to the extent I think that word has any meaning at all) and to retain my own mental balance and perspective, to ALSO call out my own putative side in the argument when it steps on its johnson.
That's a fair point.
It has been a source of never-ending frustration to me to watch the nation I love, the nation I grew up in under the strength, optimism, and pride of the Reagan Administration, sliding inexorably toward the dustbin of history due to the inertia of its own apathy, stupidity, and coarsening culture.
I spend moments during the day researching the greatness of what was the Reagan Administration. I think to myself... "I wish I could have been there when this country was truly great." I'm jealous. Well, I can brag that I was born during his administration!
For all that I'm a coldhearted *****, I'm also an idealist. I do not consider voting to be a right; I consider it a responsibility.
First, you aren't a "coldhearted *****" you are simply outspoken, in a very good way. I was raised by my grandmother to understand that voting is a civic duty. So I understand that much. I also respect honesty. If people mistake that for being coldhearted, so be it.
You have the "just noticed it yesterday" anger of being 28. I've been watching my beloved country throw away its heritage with both hands for thirty years. This is neither the time nor the venue for a national fit of pique.
I have an unpleasant feeling that I'll be noticing it for a while yet. And I've been watching this decline for nearly a decade now. I started noticing it when Bush was in office during my teenage days. Those "fits of pique" that came as a result of the so called failures of the Bush Administration are what gave us Obama for two terms. I agree they are damaging. But mine wasn't. It was just me holding my hand over my eyes while I picked someone that I knew I was going to regret going forward. I should have known better than to go against my better judgement. I will accept full responsibility for the damage should Trump win the White House.
In my eyes, my vote exists for one reason and one reason only: to cast for a person I genuinely believe will be a good President. Neither Donald Trump nor Hillary Clinton meets this description, therefore I cannot vote for either one, and I do not cast votes AGAINST.
My grandmother has that belief. She voted for Mike Huckabee in the 2008 Georgia Primary, even though he would go on to lose out to McCain elsewhere. She thought he was the best guy for the job. Damn it. Why have I not been paying attention to that? There are fools, damned fools, and then there's me!
Chapter Thirteen of "Don Quixote" tells us that windmills, when you fight with them, may swing round their huge arms and cast you down into the muck . . . or up among the stars.
I'll be looking for that book at the library now.
