“I’m going to vote for a black man…”

My father said casually over a discussion last week about voting.

“This might be the last time I will ever get to do that,” my father continued. He’s 55 and he could possibly be right. After all, it took over half a century for him to see the day. Our fathers and their fathers often see the “black and white” of things. Room for gray is intermittent.

So, as a family, we trotted over to the nearest polling station. Being that this is early voting time, I had to endure the electronic voting process. It was strange. I mean wielding that wheel of power and pushing the red button got to my head a little, even though I was hesitant at first. I’m used to the old black marker and sheets of paper to cast my vote.

I was sure I was going to goof up. On the way there, my father said that my mom has been early voting for years and still can’t figure that machine out. And he made sure to say, “If someone hands you anything, put it in your pocket. You don’t want to go in showing it off…” Luckily no one was at the polling station selling their agendas because that kind of made me nervous. Man, voting sure got complicated…

Anyway, all was well and we left chatting about all the proposals on the ballot. We didn’t all vote the same way on anything. But isn’t that the point?

The new W.

I’m sorry. I may be ignoring the issues right now, but John McCain’s “breast of fresh” flub from the last debate has got me inspired to find some links to his Freudian slip. Seems like we have already had eight years of odd comments, mixups and unintentionally funny speeches with George Bush. If John gets elected, here’s to four more!

http://airamerica.com/content/breast-fresh-air

http://www.buzzfeed.com/nicholas/sarah-palin-a-breast-of-fresh-air-5k

http://www.reddit.com/r/reddit.com/comments/77ef6/did_mccain_just_say_that_america_needs_a_breast/

I dunno. Just proving it wasn’t just me that thought he said that!

“A breast of fresh air…”

Geez, McCain. I think that was a really good reason to pick Palin instead of Kay Bailey Hutchison.

If the soul could speak…

I’m not rich, but I’m not helpless…

And that is why I think I have had problems with who I’m voting for in this election.

Today I stumbled upon Pat Dollard’s blog, and forgive me if you have heard of him because I haven’t. That probably makes me leaps and bounds behind. Anyway, I read a few posts, left comments and found people there welcomed new opinions though they warned that they are not PC or shy in their approach in any way. In response to one of my comments, I was directed to this man’s letter and it pretty much explains why I’m not swayed on Obama. The link I have referred you to was written by a black soldier expressing his disdain for Obama’s views on black America.

I will have to admit, I don’t know the true legitimacy of the letter. I only say that because how can I really know for sure? However, I’m also not implying that the letter is not real. Dollard (again forgive me if you know this already) is a journalist with a background in reporting the world of soldiers fighting for our freedom. I guess I’m just saying draw your own conclusions. But know that I’m convinced. Does that make me gullible or a person with newly opened eyes? I’m not sure.

So November will soon be here and my vote can go either way at this point for one reason or another. But something I keep running over and over in my head is how can there be change when we are constantly reminded of race, race, race?! And I have to say Obama is guilty of doing that. Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud to be a black female, but I guess I don’t agree on using my skin tone as a talking point.  I used to think that with so many mixed-race people in the world, we would slowly stop having a chance to bring up a certain race exclusively. But that is wrong. Obama is biracial and we still consider him as only black. Confession: I do it too. The idea of having a president, for the first time, with black blood in his immediate family was, on first glance, appealing. That was a knee-jerk reaction. But once you dissect things beyond that, color fades (so to speak) and you have to pick through what you think is left.

I’ve done this with Obama. And what is left is still uncertain to me.

Countdown to stupidity…

You republicans must have sweaty hands and clammy skin right now awaiting Sarah Palin’s debate against Joe Biden tonight. I, for one, or for more than probably half of the population, can’t wait. I’m not a democrat. I’m not a republican. But I am someone who depends on a candidate to know the basic logistics of things. Although I know that Palin is the perfect chum to the media sea of sharks (not to mention comedians), she isn’t making things easier on herself by having constant interviews displaying her Miss Carolina-esque knowledge of the world. The Iraq and everything such as…

Is anyone else more than bothered, bewildered and just plain scared of the possibility of someone an aneurysm away from being president who can’t see past her shotgun pointed moose? And who needs a tanning bed in the governor’s mansion? Yea, yea…they don’t get much sun there. But a tanning bed? There may not be offical “dirt” on Palin, however I’m still feeling uneasy. And the same can be said about Biden.

I predict Biden will come out like a crazed attack dog. A good friend of mine expects to hear a few censorship blips when Biden speaks and I she finds his candor hilarious.  I told her that I’m not a fan. I don’t see how a guy who, before the presidential election was in full swing, wasn’t Obama’s biggest fan but is now his running mate.

My prediction, and forgive me if this may sound a little violent and quite possibly the most awful thing I have ever typed:

Obama gets in the White House by dirty voting joined with legitimate votes from the millions who want “change,” just so Biden gets in the vice president seat.

Biden has Obama taken out.

Please rise for Joe Biden, the President of the United States.

“Hey, John! Now we can be friends again…”