Wow! What a difference four years make. As I read this post I find myself battered and bruised some of my most cherished beliefs urinated on by the very sentinels I looked to protect them. The funny thing is that despite it all, THAT feeling cannot be stolen away from me—THIS IS ME BREATHING! Bring on your worst!
November 4, 2012 ·
What an amazing thing we are to experience. On Tuesday, We The People, will engage in more than just the mechanical act of casting a ballot for candidate A or B. We are having a grand ball for America and she will be dressed in her finest attire; DEMOCRACY.
There are countless stories that you have share throughout the year that reverberate in my mind; some are good and bad, the hardworking farmer remembered by his niece as she proudly cast a vote for LGBT rights. The Koch brothers sending out a “voter information packet” to its 45,000 employees letting them know who’s running, who’s a Republican and how to vote for those Republicans—-intimidation at it’s best.
Yes, there will be fraud; Republicans will try to prevent people from voting. In the end there is nothing that you, a malcontent lunatic, candidate, man, woman, peon, lord, sinner or saint can ever do to dissuade me from filling my lungs with, mostly, clean air and gaze at America—– and see beauty and democracy–the day I lose that feeling is the that day I die.
But my deathbed, irony not invited, is not today; hopefully not thereafter for a long time, will not be on Tuesday. No, on Tuesday I will be Asking that beautiful Dame America to cloak me in its magnificent gown of democracy— I want to feel it wash me away.