Support in my family is mixed, with my mother being an undecided, my stepfather being a McCain man, and I'm bleed for Obama. We've agreed to keep things to a "no politics" in the house rule, since we all know where we stand, and we'd just end up angering everyone. Things came to a point today when my stepfather made a "joke" that he "heard on Fox News" that O[s]ama was the missing 20th hijacker on 9/11. At this point I could no longer take it, and I'm a pretty tolerant person! Mind you I'm in the middle of a chemotherapy cycle so my energy cycle is pretty low, but I ended up breaking an ink pen and making it explode all over books, important papers, my MacBook and BlackBerry...and body. I also threw a glass of iced tea on the tile floor causing it to explode into a thousand shards, and collapsed onto the ground. I just can't take those kind of attacks on my candidate I've supported from the beginning and worked hours for and donated money to that I really didn't have to spend, bought books to read, buttons and shirts to wear, Facebook clubs to join, emails read, phone calls made, blogs written and doors knocked on. As a second time voter (I'm 25) I can't let the party of deceit, lies and waste to govern (or the lack thereof) for another four more years. I'm self-employed (barely) and my health insurance runs out next year - with my pre-existing conditions I flat out won't be covered by any company. And I have a choice between medical bills in the five to six digits or very early, painful death. A wrong vote by the American people decides that. That and the ink-covered MacBook (which I do my work on) all because I fought the smears, with a literal smear. At least I can laugh at the irony through the chemotherapy. This is all too long and boring, but, true. Yes we can, come November 4th!
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