“I’m off to cast my vote that doesn’t count, for a man I don’t even like!” I shouted out the door before I left.
I remember the election in 2004, how I waited with anticipation to cast my vote – my first vote ever as an adult. I remember the sense of excitement I felt, that after 8 dreadfully long years with Slick Willy as the Pres and the ability to do nothing about it, the importance of making my voice heard among the masses, and helping to change the downward spiral of the nation. There was an air of importance about what I was doing. People had died for my right to stand in this little booth, push some buttons, and wait along with countless other people to find out the results. As I ran my fingers down the list of candidates and selected – with pride – President Bush, (and others running for other offices) I couldn’t help but feel like a kid at Christmas. I was “rocking the vote”, making a difference.
Over the last 8 years, despite terribly low approval ratings, I still believe that I made the right choice. I believe that President Bush holds to the values for which I stand and represented me well. I don’t believe that he was perfect, and I know without the shadow of a doubt that he made some mistakes. I am also able to realize that his job is monumentally more stressful than mine, and I thank God every day that I don’t have to encounter what he does on a daily basis.
This election, for me, is different. I don’t believe that John McCain holds to the values for which I stand, and I was significantly less enthusiastic about “rocking the vote” this time around. This was the first in what I’m sure will be many times in which I have to vote for the lesser of two evils. It’s the worst feeling. It’s not voting for what you believe but rather what you would hate to see happen. None of the issues that I feel strongly about were even touched at the surface.
I hate what politics, and political correctness has done to the country.
I’m tired of the fact that we’re actually trying to debate when life begins.
I’m tired of the decision we’ve made as a nation, that it’s ok to murder millions of babies every year for the sake of convenience. For “Choice”.
I’m tired of the criticism of the Judeo Christian Ethic by the media, but those same people praise the works of “artists” who make music that condones promiscuity, and TV shows like Gossip Girl, which justifies sex, drugs, and drinking for teenagers.
I’m tired of my income being taxed and the fact that the money that isn’t wasted by the government is given to groups and causes that I don’t approve of.
I’m tired of judges legislating from the bench instead of interpreting the law as they’re supposed to.
I’m tired of bailing out politicians who do no good for their county/state/city/nation, while my husband and I struggle to realize our own American Dream, and buy our first house.
I’m tired of welfare abuse, and paying for it.
But mostly, I’m tired of feeling like the only person who feels this way.
Today, I left the polls with a sense of emptiness. Even 4 years ago, I was well aware that my vote “didn’t count”. I live in Delaware for crying out loud, I don’t expect the electoral college to see it my way in spite of the majority of Dems around here. Somehow though, this time, I was more aware of it than ever. It’s one thing to be the underdog when you believe in something. There’s always that little ray of hope that somehow, the rest of the nation will pull through for you. This time, I’m not so sure that our nation even knows what’s best for itself, and that’s the most dissapointing thing of all.