The Presidential Race and Debate; A Disappointed, Undecided Point of View

I have talked about how it is our responsibility to vote, how one vote cast with many can change the flow of the river.  But to be painfully honest, at this stage of the game, I REALLY do not know which of the Presidential candidates I will be voting for.

With that being said, I did not watch the debate.  I didn’t need to.  From the people I follow on Tweeter and on Facebook, from both sides of the aisle, from comedians and suburban moms to political activists, I knew exactly what was going on. It’s like hearing the gunning of engines, the squealing of tires, the crunch of metal and breaking of glass. You don’t have to see it, but you know it’s a TOTAL wreck with carnage everywhere.

I will never claim to know even a fraction of what there is to know about politics and truthfully, I am ignorant about the truth behind the different platform issues of this election.  It isn’t that I haven’t tried.

I’m often lost in all the rhetoric. It sometimes comes like a gentle tide creating an air of calm and sometimes it comes like the projectile vomit of a sick child.

One of my questions is how on God’s green earth is anyone supposed to trudge through and honestly listen and learn and make any sort of educated decision?

I know that if one side is in control over the next four years, my rights, as a transgender women and the rights of my gay friends, will be trampled on, shoved aside and forgotten like yesterday’s garbage.

I know if the other side is in control, I don’t see this economy getting any better.

I’ve seen our relations with other countries falter.

Healthcare in this country has become a heated debate over the dinner table.

People’s rights are being ignored, diminished and hated all in the name of religion.

When will it ever stop?

When is a candidate going to speak directly to me and tell me what he is going to do for me!?

I don’t want to hear some generalities about what so and so is going to do about taxes.

Let’s face it, I don’t want to hear words.  I want to see and feel the actions that will make my life better in America.

I love this country!  And I hate seeing it torn apart by this multi-billion dollar talk-fest.

I was proud the day I walked into Mr. Fuller’s American Government class in high school and showed him my voter’s registration card.  I have voted in every presidential election since.  I have even voted for the unpopular candidate because I vote my convictions.

My grandparents came to this country looking for something better and they found it.  But now, just three generations later, with the political waters so murky, how is my daughter supposed to make any sort of an educated decision when it comes time for her to take her place in the voting booth a few years from now when, as an adult, I can’t even make the decision? I have never been so lost and confused about which direction to vote in my entire life.

My convictions are leaning me one way but I keep asking myself if one issue is enough to push me off the fence in either direction.

As a friend reminded me Wednesday night while the dust was settling around the debate, when we are faced with such in-decisions, we must take everything to God in prayer. I will continue to pray for clarity and to the right sources to educate myself on the candidates.

And which ever man wins in November, I will pray that he makes the right choices for me and my country.

Until then, God help me.

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