I have voted since I was 18 shall at 56.
I have been trying to differentiate my personal issues with political issues, with struggle but with success. I found myself extremely interested in the presidential campaign from the before the beginning of the pre- primary debates. Why, this go round, I wasn’t sure, initially. With time, it was me as well as the candidates I was trying to figure out.
I believe that Hillary Clinton pricked an emotional and cognitive reservoir, including mine, when she turned her campaign around in February of this year, coming close to a draw if not a win at the end. Her actions, emanations on the trail, from what could be seen on television, demonstrated what seemed to be a realization that running for president was not merely to gain political power but gain it to represent people in the use of that power. I had the opportunity to see her in person just before Super Tuesday in Arlington, VA. I fortunately had a view of her behind the curtains before she took to the podium. She was as down to earth with her facial expression, looked excited, humble, and got fired up as her name was called. I felt joy, warmth, was thrilled that she was running, that she was a woman running. As the primary season wore on, I was over the top thrilled that she attracted all ages, colors, genders, and classes. She was a politician that behaved in way that engendered trust, by millions who voted. Previous politicians’ fortunes did not matter to me before this election but now, theirs did, a woman was running. Not just any woman, a person with life and political experience, who survived and thrived while a world watching her every move.
Parallel to my feelings about HRC were negative feelings about Barack Obama’s behavior; I felt strongly, reacted with anger to what he presented himself to be, not what he said. His actions spoke louder than his words, much louder. Gradually through battling with my anger and fear as a response to his campaign actions, his actions, I came to understand that Mr. Obama does not directly threaten me with trying to become POTUS. Happily I came to accept that the behaviors that I considered negative that I saw or heard, projecting from him, would not literally affect me personally, down at a “nitty gritty” level. It seems that the reason he is running is for power and power alone, to do what with is not known, maybe even by him.
Keeping my wits about me as well as following the campaign with any semblance of objectivity and logic was daunting. Very very few professionals in the journalistic or political realm seemed to exhibit objectivity; school is one thing, reality is another, I guess.
Earlier in my life, from an extremely early age, I was metaphorically forced to drink the kool-aid, not knowing what kool-aid was and that the majority of other human beings were not exposed to it.
My kool-aid radar has been in a process of fine tuning for a long long time, unconsciously, then gradually with consciousness.
The tactics, ambiguous words, explanations for choices and decisions made, in the past and the recent past, by Barack Obama are full of holes, slick cleverness both made personally or through his website front page, or his political group affiliates, or his affiliated PACs, political action groups, etc. He has been able to work with large amounts of money for most of his post graduate career, before and after becoming a legislator, the source of some of which remains mysterious. Sounded, looked, familiar to me; he, his “group” all amounts to trying to grab hold of jello, intellectually or emotionally. Something is wrong with this picture. I feel it more than can articulate it. My response is to stay as far away from it as I can.
I can with pleasant confidence recognize that I do not need to get drawn in to the group that has become “Obama”, have consciously not gotten drawn in, and can vote without being a member of any political analyst label of a voter or voting bloc. I can reject being labelled any kind of political creature, Democrat, Republican, Independent, Green, Libertarian, on and on. I can vote without getting drawn in to ANY formal political organization, adhering to, taking the oath of, swallowing the “party line” any one of them.
For sure not Obama’s; it is too obviously a front, a cardboard facade with who knows what and who knows WHO is behind it, if anyone, any one.
I have chosen to continue pursuing knowing who I am through observation of, then participation in, the presidential campaign process. My beliefs, reasoning, feelings, interpretations, of the candidates, and why I shall vote the way I shall because of them, are equal to the professional political what ever you call them, political news director, analyst, contributor, given voice by broadcast and internet media.
I am so pleased with the millions of other Americans participating, intelligently analyzing,the written, televised, computerized data, in the process of electing a leader of of the United States. At least on one day millions of people can have a voice. One day is better than no day. I shall enjoy “hearing” my voice cast.
Congratulations to all PUMAs for continuing the fight; it IS making a difference. It has to me. It has been manna from heaven, to borrow a phrase.
November 5 could be oh yeah, or oh no, or both.
Party ain’t over till the fat lady sings.