Why should I even vote when it is a toss-up in almost every way? But I will, because others have fought for my right to vote, and I and others have prayed. My mind is finally made up, with these closing thoughts:
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- My entire voting life, which has been quite a few years, I have been a die-hard voter for "Dad's party." Through thick and thin, he supported his political party and passed the baton to me.
- In the primaries, my party (which was Dad's until he passed in 2006) chose a particular candidate. I did not vote for that candidate.
- It took many-a-moon to psych myself up to support my party's winning candidate. And finally, I thought that I had, and believed for the best.
- I have key beliefs. My party's candidate verbally aligns with those beliefs. But then again says lots of things and then denies them.
- Many times in the past month I wished that I could have talked with Dad, asking what he would do.
- Everything within me wants to stay on-board. I am loyal. But I can no longer recognize my party. Its identity has changed.
- Rather than me jumping ship on them mid-stream, I now realize that they actually jumped ship on me. The base has majorly morphed. They don't own me.
- A key video released in 2016 on 10/8, plus a plethora of televised temperamental rants, reveal serious character flaws. To me, more serious than the other candidate's flaws, and even more serious than the issues.
- I hate what this election is revealing in me. It has profoundly surfaced from within the ugly discrimination-factor. Forgive. Me.
- I feel compelled to make a fine distinction. Rather than voting for, my vote is against.
- This is where the rubber meets the road. Instead of trusting in our new leader, I will instead trust in a Steady God.
The Steady One