I am done with all this shit. So much moaning and bitching about two candidates who are identical on policies except one is black and has an "inspirational" campaign slogan someone created for him and one is female and has more moderate campaign speeches created for her. No, these people did not create these campaigns themselves - their platforms were polled to an inch of their lives, then adjusted as the popular winds shifted. I know too much about the makings of a campaign to have the wool pulled over my eyes ever again. The inspiration or non inspiration of a campaign are just political tools to sway a mass-media induced nation. If either Democrat makes it to the White House, it'll be a change for good. An Obama White House will look exactly like a Hillary White House except for the penis. And it is all just another excuse for people to hate each other.
I've been sitting out in the swirly March winds, sitting on a fallen Sycamore tree over my bubbling brook that is swollen with the spring thaw. I was angry earlier, angry about human's tendency to follow any trend, to want to be on the winning side. Thank goodness for nature. An hour down there and my priorities are reset. My creek will flow year round without Obama or Clinton's permission. My trees will grow and bloom and fall unaffected by artificial changes and distinctions in a place far away from here. And I can live and grow in the same manner - voting my conscience, but not becoming entrenched in the lie that is politics. Voting who and what I believe, but understanding that others also have strong beliefs and meeting them in respect, not hatred. The more entrenched one becomes in one side or another of politics, the less flexible and less loving they become of the people they meet and live with everyday. I don't live in hatred, I don't live in spite, I don't have an unforgiving nature. Anger is a destructive, not a productive force in my life and I can and do choose another path.
Monday, March 03, 2008
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