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Iím a morning man. I wake up optimistic and look forward to the day, whatever it may bring.
But, today was different. For the first time in recent memory I woke up angry; not yet out of bed I had a chip on my shoulder. I was
mad and I was worried. The endless campaigning had finally gotten to me. Iíd had it!
innuendos, vitriol, accusations, and hate rhetoric spouting from the mouth of one candidate gives one pause to consider the real motives
of such a person and how did he get into this position in the first place? His actions match his words so there is no guessing how
he operates. His bold lies are not subtle nor can he hide his temper or disguise his distaste for everybody who is not him. This callous
representation of a man is a self-proclaimed predator and not a person you would want around your young daughter.
On the flip-side, there have been the relentless never-ending investigations to discredit the other candidate. The powers that be
have finally concluded again and make no mistake; there is no hard evidence of any intentional wrong-doing or breaking the law with
the exception of her self-admitted mistake: setting up a personal e-mail account. You had better believe she is not the only public
servant who does this, but by far the only one being sliced and diced over every word.
Regardless that she has the background credentials, geo-political experience, and important governmental relationships to prove herself
as the more worthy candidate to be president, the hate rhetoric persists beyond any measure given any other politician save the president.
Still, and most important, there are a growing number of people in our nation who want action
from our do nothing Congress. Our communities are willing to go to extremes, including the sacrifice of our political system and national
well-being in order to make those in power recognize the problems our general population struggle with on a day to day basis. Politicians
have been ignoring their constituents for too long now, disregarding their needs, not listening to their problems. Change and reform
are long overdue for our way of governing.
Finally there are the blatantly uneducated and
uninformed, who unlike the rest of the voting population rely on media that constantly and consistently makes and repeats opinions
and/or hypothetical scenarios rather than presenting factual data with any substance. Because of all this misinformation, turmoil
and bitterness, the divide is real and the choice for what path lies ahead is at stake.
In light of all this I moved into that part of my consciousness that produces red flags. The extreme awareness linking both of my
hemispheres identified the elephant in the room. The ordeal of the relentless, long-running presidential election campaign finally
revealed the chinks in our ďMade In AmericaĒ armor. I recognized this long-over-due election is at the center of my angst. Danger
at the door is the result of my worry and the America I love is not ready. I fear some outside intrusion is eminent because we are
ripe for it. We are weak, and we are divided. At the moment the heart of our nation is at odds with the head. Homespun American values
are being mutated into something unrecognizable. Our America no longer has the political support for its vision of freedom and justice
for all and it seems like we are on the verge of a catastrophe of epic proportions. The timing is right.
And then, respite for my dark feelings came with the last game of the World Series. The Cubs were playing the Indians in the 7th game
of the series, and what a terrific game it was! Neither team had gained a league championship in a significant length of time; the
Indians not since 1948 and the Cubs hadnít appeared in a world series for over a century. I thought of a more genteel time and my
childhood baseball heroes. These two teams each had a favorite of mine, Bob Feller and Ernie Banks; thatís when it hit me. The quintessential
images of how great America still is. There, happening on the screen in front of my eyes, I started recognizing a major element needed
in America for a more civil national election. All those people attending the game were of diverse ethnic backgrounds, sitting there
side by side cheering on their respective home teams with great gusto. Freely, without fear of repercussion, all were supporting their
team no matter what anyone else thought.
I witnessed a more sportsmanlike fight for a goal
only one group and their followers could achieve. No matter how valiant the effort, or how great each individual performed, only one
team would emerge victorious. Both sides go in knowing only one side will be champion. And in the end, we all know the rules. We applaud
the opposing team and congratulate them on a hard fought battle and we all move ahead together to celebrate the winner. I guess what
America really needs is a common goal to achieve together. Take me out to the ballgame!