Yeah, I hear that, Herring. For a while I had some of those same feelings. Then reality began to eek away at them. It’s an awful lot of votes…amidst a broke system. I don’t think it can happen………and I’m not sure we can make a go at it with a Libertarian agenda. Not in the 21st Century. A lot of the philosophy rings true to me, though: Liberty! Just like our forefathers chimed. Hey, Thomas Jefferson could not have said it better. If I thought we could pull it off, I suppose I’d get in line. A handle on this present Corporate-Gov State could be the panacea to beat all panaceas. Yes!, …jeez I nearly c…
(Me and a few people (I hear) really want Morgan Freeman for God, too, …so we cast our votes on the You Pick God site. I think it’ll happen. Then when we pray we’ll have a picture in our minds of the actual guy who’s pulling the levers. It’s gona be great.)
I’ve enjoyed listening to Ron Paul sermonize. If we were neighbors, I’d help him clear a tree every now and then. I see the kindness and humanity of a doctor of the female anatomy and all things birth in his delivery. The position, alone, that he put himself into for a good part of his life, between the anxious knees of so many women who trust him, gives him an air of the earnest learned old cat with a smile and a way to ease the tension. A good bedside manner, so to speak. So I could see him as POTUS. But I can also see him in an M. Night Shyamalan film called The Village. Tending to the fake monster in the barn, …then holding vigil (no, not Virgil!) after dinner. He seems a nitty-gritty ol’ cat who came up very earthy, worked on a dairy farm as a kid and attended at least one of several colleges via (hard won) scholarship (not just as a hand-me-down-from-legacy-pop), served in the Air Force as a flight surgeon and all-round military physician in the ‘60s, learned the tolls of war and apparently didn’t much like them. & is a licensed pilot…so he (truly) knows the great wide wonder. He may well be the most “human” of the beings running.
Yeah, I’m just summarizing here, the info’s out there. There’s no Racing Form but…well, voting for POTUS anymore has become kind of a joke (at least a little bit), hasn’t it? WE don’t know these people for Adam. They want something that pays (for life) and they want us to give it to them for free. & when they get it they can let us all down horribly and still they get to be set for life…on pillows of winds and clouds of impunity. Oh, we know the talking bobblehead dolls who speak to a lens while reading the teleprompter, & we’ve been conditioned to argue over them for far too many years before the actual vote. So to some extent it comes down to who can I listen to without getting that oh ugly anxious feeling? Who doesn’t give me the heebie-jeebies each & every time I see their face or hear their voice? That would be…Obama …& Paul. Who do I think is most assuredly a wasted vote? Paul, unfortunately. Do I wish Superman would reveal himself as not dead and stand atop Capitol Hill with the Super Friends and demand that we revamp our government or there’s going to be hell to pay? YES. Do I wish I had a flux capacitor in a DeLorean so I could go back to my father’s final bedside (which I didn’t make it to the first time because I was a half a planet away) & kneel before him and tell him, “It’s okay, dad, the next few decades are going to progressively suck in this country anyway, that sense of America that you have there in your faltering heart…you take that with you, the rest of us get to lose it pretty soon. I love ya dad, thanks for havin a catch with me that one time.”
