Sitting in my car this morning, I began to realize just how important this election really is. So much of our lives are at stake and it would seem that intelligent beings are far becoming the minority. I try to reassure myself that we are not really voting for socialism, yet every where I turn I hear the ranting of a mad man, and the rants are believed. I try to reassure myself that the one and seemingly only way to hear conservative news is not going to be eliminated, yet the "fairness act" threatens in a very real way to do just that. When my children do not want me to know they ate more cookies than they should have before dinner, they come up with ways to shield it from my eyes. When I listen to the spew of the left wingers, I feel like I am standing in my kitchen with an empty cookie jar listening to the non-sense my children would have me believe. Well, I am sorry my friends, but I do not believe aliens have come to take my cookies to spread around the universe; much like I do not believe Obama should take my hard earned money and spread it around the country. I do my part, I give when and where I can. I live, like most folks, paycheck to paycheck. My husband would see his job in jeopardy if Obama's craziness is in fact implemented. What would we do then? Will Obama really be there with his wealth to share? Will I really be able to rely on his generosity to buy groceries, pay my bills, buy my gas? I think not. I don't want to sit in judgment of the herd calling them selves Americans but COME ON! Really? Moo is what you are going with? Perhaps Oprah has so much money that taking more than half of it will mean nothing to her, perhaps Madonna is such a saint that she will gladly give up her fortune. Praise them and their unselfish ways! I and my family however need what we make a month to live. Sorry. I know that that is rude. I know that that holds true to being uncompassionate, but I'm not talking about wealth to send my children to college, I'm talking about being able to pay my car payment. Beyond the queuing of the violins, I am not racist. I am not racist. I am not racist. I am going to vote for McCain. I am not racist. Why is it that the only people out there promoting racism are the ones that should be denying its importance? Obama said during a dinner speech (done in humor) That despite what every one has heard, he was not born in a manger. I laughed. Man did I laugh, because it was funny. Until the glass ball of that humor shattered around my feet, with the realization that most people voting for Obama view him as just such. A savior. Has any one besides me had the thought that African Americans hold them selves down? That being so full of hatred has blinded them to a life that could and should be wonderful? When the country and country men of your home become your worst enemy what do you do with that? Where do you go from there, how do you begin to heal? I often wonder what Martin Luther King Jr would in fact think of today had he not been killed. I don't think he would be emitting pride. I wonder if his fellow African Americans would be in the direction they are in had he been running for president today? I would be willing to bet he would be saddened by the direction our country is going. I firmly believe that we are becoming so deplorable as a nation that the extreme left wing is our only way to go because there is no accountability in that belief system. Every thing done is easily some one else's fault. Much like my child with chocolate on his face, he did not eat the cookies because HE did it by choice, he ate them because they made him by being so delicious. In his logic then, he should not be punished, the cookies should and what better way than to eat more? This is not logic beyond that of an eight year old, is it? Disappointingly, resoundingly, YES. The idea that we need to be told at every turn what to do, where to do it, when to do it infuriates me. I am not an eight year old and I am not stupid. Government has its place. Government has its importance. However, neither of those things are in the living room of my house, with my check book, with my children and certainly not with my marriage. Look Liberal America I am not sorry I am white. I am not sorry I can successfully think for myself. I am not sorry that I feel I have the right to say where and when my money goes. I am not sorry that the colors RED WHITE AND BLUE bring a lump in my throat when I see them flying. I am not sorry that seeing men and women in uniform protecting my country brings a level of pride in me so high I don’t need drugs. I am not sorry to be a free-thinking, “right” defending, moral toting, American so really, take a flying leap! Take your granola bars and your Birkenstocks and go hike yourself into oblivion. I am done with you. Take responsibility for once in your life for the things you think and do and make a real change for the better, become REPUBLICANS! I too have a dream, and its that America wakes up from its moral-less, guilt free, godless, disgusting stupor and remembers just what it means to be free and who gave that right to them.
That’s the way I see it!

I was talking to a very dear friend the other day. We were discussing our lives and what was new in them. As with many of my conversations, our discussion began to include the election and various political view points. As our conversation progressed my friend stated to me that she was just an American American and not really into the politics of it all. She then asked me if that made sense. I chuckled and said that it did in a small way. Our conversation drifted to our children and husbands, but my mind stayed on the remark. I tried hard to come to terms with being "just an American American, not really into politics". I began to wonder how many of the men and women that died on 911 were just "American Americans". How many of the brave firefighters and police officers were just "American Americans". I wondered how many of the men and women in our armed forces are indeed just "American Americans". The thought chills me because, I am not just an "American American". Our nation is dying and it is due to the idea that we own our freedom, that we no longer have to remember our past. We stand united on the day of a crisis, no one does that better than an "American American". Then as the cameras are shut off and the media returns the slow and steady hum of what makes our world spin, we forget. We put it away because there are far more important things in our lives to deal with. Truly we are important as individuals, truly our daily grind is in fact the pulse of our country's heartbeat, but it is in those quiet moments when our country breathes together, that our true selves are defined. It is in that moment when we utter the words NEVER AGAIN, that we hold onto the real sense of being an American. It is our privilege to hold the colors of our nation, it is our honor to raise them up and believe in what they stand for. Our very soil is embedded with them, runs deep and dark and we simply forget. I know it is easy, I have at times been guilty of the same crime. The sale at the mall will only be for two more days and what about dinner, we have to eat, but what about the fact that those are our concerns only because we have brave souls out there doing what ever they can to guarantee us those beautifully simple moments in our lives? Are we going to look them in the face and tell them, I am sorry, but I am too American to be bothered with the politics of it all? Through out history humans have stood on the edge of change, they have held the moments that would decide for generations to come the life that would be lived. We are there, we are on the edge of forever and I wonder are we so far gone that we don't see the blades set up below us? Are we going to have to tell our grandchildren that we indeed held the key to a secure future but we were too American to turn the lock? This election holds more than who will be the blame of the next four years of ho-hum, this election decides what kind of Americans we are, we will be. What kind will you be? Perhaps I am too bothered with politics, perhaps I am not American enough, but until my last breath has drifted quietly away from my body I will care. I will care what kind of America my children get to live in. I will care what kind of America I will grow old in. America is dying and we need to realize it before it is too late to change that out come. What about you, are you too American to care? For our very sakes, I pray the answer is no. For our very sakes, I pray that you are not just “American American”.

That's the way I see it.

Now before all you vultures swoop in because you think another republican is dead in the water, let me clarify. I DO NOT support the radical ideas of Adolph Hitler. I am simply making a point. If his name was in fact John Adolph McCain, there would be cartoons in the New York Times, SNL skits depicting it, chants at Democratic rallies, blurbs every where about it and its ironic similarity to that horrible man. Democrat politicians would be sure to say it aloud at every opportunity and the negative notation that would go along with it would be blatantly broadcast. If in fact it was John McCain that had any form of ties with known terrorist we would hear of it at every turn. If John McCain made any kind of remarks announcing, denouncing his affiliation with anti-America spouting morons we would hear of it every time we turned on the TV or opened a paper. If McCain voted one way and then used the “I didn’t know I would be wrong when I did” defense it would be jammed down our throats until we bled it from our bowels. Frankly, I am tired of being called fascist because I have Christian morals and Republican beliefs. I am tired of being called racist because I’m NOT voting for Obama. I’m not voting for him because I don’t share his socialistic idea of America. I had a great friend as a child who happened to be black. Funny thing, I nor she ever saw the color of each other. Why should I now be called racist? And excuse me but what about all the people out there voting for Obama simply because he IS black? What if not racist are they? I’m tired of worrying about the person next to me thinking that I should be put away because I forgot to say African-American. In fact I think that from now on I want to be called Melting pot-American, because that is after all what I am, as is what all of us are. I’m tired of flipping the pages sent home from my children’s schools to find a Spanish translation. Last time I checked English was still our national language. Isn’t it? I am tired of going to certain parts of big cities and the street signs are in other languages. No, I don’t care that I share this great land with other cultures, but it would be nice if it still resembled AMERICA! How far have we come past our own morals, our own basic sense of humanity, that we stare down, shout at, and criticize a man serving our country as an elected official for simply saying out loud the full name of someone, but we can look the other way and watch an other movie or buy another designer bag while botched abortions are left to die in the arms of the unlucky nurses working that particular shift. How did we come to a point in our lives when we can leave hungry children, homeless children, abandoned children in our own streets here at home, just to have the newest fad, the child adopted from another country? It is time for a change. It is time for America to wake up from this numb walk we are doing. It is time to see our lives come full circle and embrace the very things that we are trying so hard to abolish and come back to a point where we are more than people, we need to come back to being human beings. So, Barrack Hussein Obama, I am not, not voting for you because your skin is black and I am not, not voting for you because your middle name is Hussein. I am not voting for you because if you ever knew what it was to be human, if you ever knew what it was to be American, you’ve forgotten and you have let me and your nation down.

That’s the way I see it.