I Was Wrong

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It’s been a long time coming, but I’ve finally come to grips with my mistakes. Let it never be said that I can’t own up when I screw up.

I’m 34 years old. This July, I’ll be 35. 2000 was my first Presidential election. I’ve always voted. Local, state, national. Always.

And every time but once, I’ve voted straight ticket. (When I lived in Maryland there was a Republican running for a statewide office that was openly pro-abortion. No sir.)

I was an absolute Republican party straight ticket guy. You vote Republican. Every time. Doesn’t matter. They’re always better than the other guy. Not voting for the Republican is aiding the Democrat. If you don’t vote, you have no standing to complain.

I was that guy.

No. More.

I was wrong. I gave my allegiance, my loyalty, my vote to a party that didn’t deserve it. More to the point, I didn’t make them earn it. That stops now.

Every candidate, every office, every election, must earn my vote. Will I have a slight preference, a lean, towards the Republican? Yes. But no longer does the party of McConnell and Boehner and McCain and Jeb Bush get my vote automatically. You. Must. Earn. It. And if you don’t? I won’t waste one second feeling guilty about not voting for you.

You don’t spend a single second worrying about letting me down, now do you? You don’t worry about my concerns about the budget or ISIS or the lawlessness at the IRS or border control or any of the rest of it. Not until election time.

So you pushed me to where I’d never thought I’d go. I’m at the point of sitting out. And you have no one to blame but yourself. Now you must work for what you thought I owed you. And that’s the way it should have always been. I failed as much as you did.

But no more.

1 Comment on "I Was Wrong"

  1. Amen.

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