The Sky is Falling

No, really, it’s not. So quit your whining. Jeez, I knew this election was gonna be tight. I was really looking forward to November 8th. I wanted to vote my voice, and then- win or lose, let the cards fall where they may. Apparently not everyone had a dad like mine.

I grew up in a Republican household. I once made a snide ugly remark about Bill Clinton. Guess what my father did? Yep, he corrected me real quick. He taught me that good ole Cigar schmoozing Bill was my Commander in Chief, and therefor I was to be respectful when I spoke about him. I can’t remember if that was before or after the “blue dress”, but the lesson definitely stuck with me.

I’m not racist. I love red, yellow, black and white just like the Bible told me so, but I sure didn’t want Obama to be President. I don’t like his foreign policies. I don’t like that he took a plane load of money to pay off terrorist, thus weakening the American government. I don’t like that this Obamacare penalizes the people who STILL can’t afford it, but I have blocked the highway in a rage? Have I lit a building on fire? No, actually I did something completely radical.

I voted for a newbie to take over. Why don’t I trust Hillary?  She has called young black men Super Predators that need to be “brought to heel” like dogs in training. Where are the Black people fired up to rally about this? Is it ok for Hillary to be a bigot? Bill was talking about Obama one day and he said “a few years ago he’d be getting off of us coffee”… thanks, Bill! Real nice.

She’s willing to murder little babies old enough to survive birth. I don’t believe in abortion, but I’m gonna admit there are a few circumstances where I feel like the mother is the only one who can make that choice— if she was raped, if she or the baby will die as a result of the pregnancy, if she knows the baby is severely deformed… personally, I’d hand in there and see what God brings me, but I could understand if someone else needed to make a different choice. What I don’t understand is ripping out a baby big enough to live outside the uterus and just letting it lay there and die. I’ve read accounts of these types of abortions and I do believe that if they are performed, they most likely serve to haunt the mother, doctor, and nurses involved.

Did I choose the lesser of two evils? Maybe that’s what it came down to. The simple fact is, he won. Get over yourselves. This craziness has gotten ridiculous. I’m so sick of all the memes that say : “If you voted for Trump, please tell your LGBT friends why they don’t matter to you.”

They do matter to me, and I’m going to stand up for them whenever I need to.  I’m sick of career politicians. The constitution was designed so that people would take turns, like civic duty, serving on Capitol Hill. It was supposed to be our best businessmen, inventors, scientists, doctors, farmers, ranchers, and community leaders. They weren’t supposed to go there and stay 30 years. They were supposed to go, make a difference, and go back and live among the people so that they could know how to better serve if called up again. I want that glass ceiling to be busted wide open. I want to see women earn as much as men for the same jobs. But I won’t choose her just because we both have XX chromosomes.

But here’s the topper to the cake. It doesn’t matter who you voted for or who I voted for, the election is over. We have to move on with the business of making this world a better place. I’m willing to do my part. I’m willing to let this election be laid to rest. I’m not gonna light anything on fire or block any traffic to prove I’m upset. I’d gladly answer a survey, serve on a committee, or give my input where it can be analyzed and evaluated.

But if I see one more person sit around whining about how they need to leave the country, I swear I’m gonna charter a flight and get all my friends to pitch in for gas and then I’m gonna fill that plane up and send it flying on an unknown course.

Why don’t you make that a Facebook Meme and go POST IT somewhere!