P is for Politics.
Poly- : Many
Tick: Parasitic Bloodsucking Arachnid
That is how I feel about most politicians. And there are lots of them. They have their willingly infected hosts. Lyme disease in later stages can affect the heart.
I get so sick of seeing these manipulated “undecided voter” groups which are assembled by the mainstream media. Anybody else notice that the vast majority of undecided voters which have been interviewed after each debate have been “leaning towards Obama”? The groups are purposely stacked.
People naturally want to be on the winning side, and a winner must be declared. Those who can do nothing but be a follower tend to follow a crowd. The media knows that. They prey on the faint of heart and those who don’t have enough self confidence to think things through on their own. I don’t trust our liberal media for a single microsecond. By nature, I don’t automatically assume everything is a conspiracy, yet on this one item, I can’t help but feel it.
But it doesn’t matter to me (personally) what the media thinks of the politicians. For me, the choice is clear. I need to choose with my own heart. The emotions are complicated. The issues are many. The consequences may be dire. The freedoms, however, MUST be protected.
Here are some of the issues: http://tristipinkston.blogspot.com/2008/10/tristi-goes-political.html . I agree with Tristi 110%. Very well written. Those beliefs are also my beliefs. I would not change a single word of her post. She saved me a lot of typing. I just want to hit on one item. This one thing. A single moment. A picture.
Have you seen it? http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/o/obama-salute.htm
A very significant date: July 4, 2002. I stood on a sidewalk in Brownsburg Indiana. Flags were EVERYWHERE. They were on cars, on trucks, on tractors, on lapels, on hats, on shirts. There were magnets, and pins, and the size which little children eagerly wave in the air. The color guard approached. The silent respect was overwhelming all of my senses. I saw everyone around me joining. Hands were on our hearts. Tears were in our eyes. My skin tingled. My pulse was fast and hard. I heard nothing but a sniffle, a low cough, and boots on pavement. I have never felt patriotism like that. The sound of those boots.
I am an Eagle Scout. I tried to join the military, but was rejected for health reasons. My intention was to try my hand at linguistics, and become an interpreter. I probably would have learned Hebrew and Arabic. If that would have materialized, I am certain of where I would be right now. It just didn’t happen. But, that is okay. I will ALWAYS salute the flag.
If elected, Obama will prove himself the traitor I see that he is. His plans are socialist. He disrespects religion. He disrespects the flag. He listens too much to his militant wife. God help us all if he makes it to the White House.
The tick of the clock above me reminds me of the time. It is 4:28 a.m. I normally don’t have a problem sleeping. I woke up, and just could not get back to my dreams. After 40 minutes of tossing and turning, I decided to get up and write. I really need to get my manuscript editing done. But as I looked at my google reader list, I noticed Tristi’s blog. I needed to make my voice heard too.
I am proud to be an American. May God preserve this country.