I'm writing here, because I want a record. and although I took dummy lessons, I still cannot creat a journal file. I really want one.
Maybe next year.
Candidates always promise a lot of stuff beforehand because they don't know, exactly, how hard it will be. Obama learned this. If Romney wins, he will too.
I never wanted my son to be a football player. Neither was. I never wanted a family member to aspire to President. None have,for the present.
It's been ugly this year. I was half-serious when I asked on Facebook if I could safely smile in my Texas home, or even dance a bit, if OBAMA won. I live in a red state. Few of my friends have voted Democrat (sic) other than Republican.
You know, if executives and Congresersons agreed to act as Americans, I wouldn't feel so sick. And I am. I have voted for the least disliked before, but never with the expectation of gridlock I have now. Or greed, if the gridlock is broken.
What's that song? "I'll cry for you, Argentina"? I feel like crying now.
Whatever the vote, we're in for a rough ride.
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Monday, November 5, 2012
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