Wow. So much in one day. I stood in the voting lines, disorganized as they were, watching a thirtyish lady about to have a coronary. She was so flustered, running back and forth, trying to figure out which line went with which half of the alphabet. I'm pretty sure she regretted her role on the election committee an hour after they opened the doors to the elementary school. She didn't ask people to move out of her beelines, she...well, I likened it to a rhino charging its prey. Do rhinos charge? Yeah, pretty sure they do.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not making fun of her. I'm certainly not saying I wouldn't have found myself going a little crazy in her shoes. I'm not complaining about the bedlam, either. None of it mattered. It was 6 AM when I got to the voting line, and there were 50 would-be balloteers in front of me. It was a little nippy. I was tired. But none of it made any difference. I was part of history that day. Sounds idealic, but I truly felt bigger than myself. I felt important, along with many of you guys. That's what mattered.
I'll be up front; I voted for Obama. For a while, I was for McCain, but the idea of an angina attack and Palin taking over a key lead in the free world scared me. I didn't see eye-to-eye with many of his plans and moral ideals, and I still feel Obama, over time, will serve as a more positive catalyst for advancement than McCain would have been. Did I hate the McCain/Palin ticket? No, not at all. It just wasn't enough. Pairing McCain's viewpoints with Bush's was like comparing red with magenta. Different, but too close to wear together to work. No, I don't have red jeans people, stay with me.
And I really hated his healthcare plan.
So, I feel I made the right choice, for me anyway. I'm satisfied that Obama won, but I'm also just happy so many folks made their voices heard. It was a true event. And good to see.
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