The Mother of All Elections!

History was made on Tuesday November 4th as America elected its first African-American president. To tell you the truth I would have predicted this happening late in my life after I had retired and was an old woman in her seventies or eighties. I should be excited. I should be elated. I should be rejoicing with the rest of the African-Americans over this phenomenal event. Yet I cannot. This was a bittersweet election for me. I didn’t like either candidate. Obama for his lack of experience and the probability that he will be just as wishy-washy as Clinton (Remember his stance on gays in the military and how many times he changed his mind on that?) and McCain simply because I am sick of the Republican high mindedness of looking out for American big business as they outsource jobs overseas leaving less for the American people (Not to mention rob us blind with their greed). Their interests are in helping the rich keep as much of their money as possible and throwing a few bones to dregs like me and the average Joe, the REAL backbone of this country.

There is so much more I can say about the partisan politics of our country, but I will hold my tongue until another time. This campaign went on for TWO long and grueling years. Hell yeah, I’m glad it’s over but I have this bitter taste in my mouth. It was a very large and bitter pill for me to swallow as I filled in that bubble for the McCain-Palin ticket. It would have been just as large and bitter if I have voted Obama-Biden. With each election cycle that I witness, the mudslinging gets worse. Mudslinging? No, more like throwing dirt clods and rocks. I say just turn ‘em all loose in a boxing ring and let ‘em go at it until there’s one guy/gal left standing. I mean, what’s the difference except the fact that it would be over a lot faster?

For the first time since I began voting I was undecided. Yes undecided. I was undecided all the way up until a week before I voted. How can you decide between a possible administration that would be similar to Bush’s and an administration where the president can’t be clear on what he really means? My pastor said vote your conscience. If I really voted my conscience I would have written in my pastor for president. No if I had really been thinking I would have written in Colin Powell. See, if he had run there would have been no question, no doubt, no delay in who I would vote for. Colin Powell. Not because he’s black, but because I know who and what he stands for. Even if the opposition would have dug up and pulled out skeletons in his closet, he still would have gotten my vote. When I shared this information with a colleague, they questioned me and defended Obama. Yeah Colin Powell has experience and is a military man, but Obama is surrounding himself with people who have political experience. So whose agenda will really be on the table, his or theirs? No if Obama wants to surround his self with people who have the experience, how about appointing Colin Powell to sit on his cabinet?