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I'm Afraid: My Take on the Upcoming Election Season

I'm afraid.

That's not normally something I admit to in mixed company. After all, the Bible tells us that God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. And I completely subscribe to that. But now that election season is on the horizon, I'd be remiss to not to say...

I'm afraid.

The Republican Mafia is looking for blood at all costs. They've opposed President Obama on EVERY hand -- for any reason. If Barack said the sky was blue, it had to be green to the RM. They've opposed every helpful policy that this administration has supported. Instead of looking for bipartisan solutions, they've acted like spoiled children these last four years.

However, I draw the line on personal attacks. Yes, hate everything President Obama does from 9-5 in the White House. Dislike his policies all you want. But when you stoop to talking about his family, where he was born, and millions of other things that have absolutely no bearing on his ability to do the job for which he was elected, I have a problem.

Please understand -- I'm not someone who agrees with EVERYTHING the government does. And I appreciate and encourage healthy discourse. Even beyond that, while I'd love for everyone to subscribe to the MackDiva School of Superior Thought, I realize that our different backgrounds, experiences, etc. make this impossible.

The 2008 election was ugly. This one promises to be absolutely horrible. And I don't know if I can take it...especially now that I'm at the White church. The ultra-conservative, Southern Baptist White church that I happen to love.

Let's just say that it promises to be an interesting election season. And I'm afraid.

Comments

Kitchen Ray said…
I agree completely. This is mostly likely going to be a very nasty election season. It certainly appears all the characters are lining up in a frenzy to make sure that it is.
JB said…
I agree, but the good news is that the Republican candidates keep shooting themselves in the foot. It will be an agonizing ride anyway. Personally, I'd love to see what President Obama can do in a second term and after a double-'w' we still need all the help we can get.

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