I Dreamed A Dream

I'm depressed.  I'll admit it.  As Newt Gingrich has crept to within two points of Mitt Romney in the polls, my depression deepens.  The best candidate is gone. Jon Huntsman.  He wasn't conservative enough.  Pragmatic didn't count nor did the most reasonable and doable tax plan nor a real foreign policy based on actual experience.

For a long time I thought it would be rather cool if we could take the best from each candidate and stitch them together into some sort of lovable one.  In reality, though, we'd still have gotten  the Frankenstein monster.  It depresses me.

I find myself a voter without a candidate.  I have doubt that Mitt Romney can beat Obama unless something catastrophic should happen that would finally persuade people enough is enough.  Turning down the pipeline to favor the environmentalists isn't going to do it. Even if Iran would be foolish enough to actually torpedo one of our aircraft carriers, as they're threatening, it would do nothing but start another war.  In our convoluted way of thinking we'd no doubt re-elect Obama to lead it - from behind of course.

The remaining Republicans, other than Ron Paul believe it or not, don't show me anything in the way of leadership or ideas that make sense if they even have any.  Their expertise seems to be in tearing one another down which does nothing more than plant more doubt.  Of course that's the intent, isn't it?  Mr. Paul, too, has weaknesses that shouldn't be overlooked.

I don't think any of the third party movements have a chance.  They'll pull voters away from the two parties; who they'll hurt the most depends on who they run.  But they will pull votes.

So what is a person like me to do?  I cannot vote for Obama.  I cannot vote for Gingrich or Santorum and would have to close my eyes and hope for the best if I went for Romney.  We still have no idea exactly who and what he is.  He just looks better than the others. I'm depressed.

I'm more than depressed.  I'm angry.  Michelle Obama has nothing on me.  I'm an angry white woman.  Angry that Congress still doesn't get it and doesn't care.  They mock us with their behavior.  The administration mocks us with their defiant trashing of the Constitution.  The media mocks our intelligence. Our enemies mock our very existence.

The election should be our out.  Unfortunately it won't be a mock election for even the candidates mock us with their exaggerations and half truths.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living.               Les Mis

Whatever happened to those times gone by?