I don't like getting political because - at this point, at least, I hope - people know who they're going to vote for. I can't change their decision, I don't want to. I don't care to tear down the guy I'm not voting for because...I'm not voting for him. What does it matter? The only thing I can do is vote, then it's out of my hands. If the other guy becomes president, I just have to deal with it. And I have a feeling whoever is chosen - as radical as the campaigns may seem - that guy will be pretty moderate, considering the nation is half-torn, in debt, and in war.
So, I don't lose my head about the election. My dad, however, gets pretty steamed up about it. He's conservative. During the 8 years of Bill Clinton, the channel had to change as soon as his white mane and tippler's nose came on screen, for dad's eyes would bulge out of his head in rage. Which is funny because Dad's pretty peaceful otherwise. Shy. Cool-headed. Non-violent. Just don't get a democrat in his field of view.
Now when he talks about Obama and his Chicago-style politics, repeating Fox News talking points about how terrible this guy is, he gets just as tense. I tell him to cool off, make him promise me that he won't go apeshit if Obama becomes president. It's not good for him.
So this is why I feel kind of bad that I'm voting Obama - because if he wins, my dad's gonna have 4 years of pure hatred for the government. Sigh.
But on the other hand, I'm really excited about my vote. Even if he doesn't win, I'm gonna be happy to have been part of such an historic election. I got a ticket to Obama's election night party in Chicago's Grant Park. I'm going to be in the mix of it all, in the same room as the man who could be the next president, when he gets the news! It's a great time to live in Chicago!
So wish me luck - at least pray this guy gets the presidency so I don't get killed in an angry riot. I'm too cheap for pepper spray, so I'm packing Binaca just in case!
So there's that,