Primary Voting (just what the doctor ordered)
I don’t usually get excited about primary votes, but today is different. Before arriving at school I headed on over to my polling station and cast a vote for Barack Obama. I don’t mind saying that it felt good to push that button, not because he is black, but because I believe he would make a fine president and he is a black American. In terms of policy considerations it came down to his stand on Iraq and health care. In terms of the latter both Obama’s and Hillary’s positions are close, but Obama is more direct when it comes to pulling out U.S. troops from Iraq.
I am not cynical about public service or politicians, but I am when it comes to the presidency. The last eight years has been a nightmare, and the American people have no one to blame but themselves. We elected that ignorant man and then went ahead and gave him another four years. I am tired of tuning out whenever the president attempts to string together a coherent sentence. I am tired of being embarrassed for our president. I am tired of his simplistic view of the world. I am tired of that silly little laugh of his. I am tired of the blatant disregard for our Constitution. I am tired of the sense of privilege that he exudes in all things he does and says. I am tired of that macho-cowboy look and the "Western White House". I am tired of young men and women coming home in body bags. I am tired of comedians poking fun at the presidency. I am tired of his corrupt vice-president. I am tired of having to imagine how much of the rest of the world views us.
Perhaps what it comes down to is that I don’t feel tired when I listen to Barack Obama.