Obamanites Unite!

These days it's hard to be a liberal voter.....a supporter of the President. Especially in an office like mine filled with older Republican God-fearing white men who want to protect their cash and middle-aged white women who don't understand the importance of protecting their own sisterhood. It's tough to wave the flag of the things I believe in: equality, fairness, justice, consideration. So I have to wave it quietly. I nod sagely at the Presidential jokes in the halls and even take the quizes sent around by email that tell us who we should vote for (mine was Obama, of course). But to be completely honest, the last few weeks have had me running scared.

Until last night.

The previous weeks have been a complete onslaught of Conservative ideals with the early debates and primaries. I watch and listen just to stay in tune to what's up.....even if I disagree. But I was starting to get worried......what if the masses out there actually agree with this crap-ass rhetoric? What if they actually elect Newt? Or (gasp!) Santorum? What will happen to our individual rights? What will become of the impoverished? What war will they start next?

When you see and and hear it on every news outlet, and then even in the halls of your workplace, it's hard to feel like it's not taking hold. The economy still slowing chugging upward? Blame Obama. Your bills are too high and your salary too low? Blame Obama. The country going to hell in a hand basket with sexual promiscuity, illegitimate children, poorly educated teenagers and gays in the army? Blame Obama.

I was scared. What if everyone out there in America thinks like this? What if everyone is as wildly misguided as to think that those old GOP men are actually looking out for them and not the millionaires lining their pockets? What if he's not reelected? What if we have 4 years of Mitt? What if? What if?

And then I sat and listened to the President last night and I was renewed. I was that Liberal again. I felt that dream.....that belief....that spirit of community.....that morale that sent me to the education of social work. I still have it......thank goodness! Those wall-to-wall Republicans in the office and on the radio haven't stolen me from me!

It's going to be tough the next several months and a long and difficult struggle, but I still believe we can keep Obama in office. I hope everyone out there will put the boots on the ground like we did in 2008 and do it again.

And to any staunch conservative voter/believer who found their way to this page, first I have to ask, are you lost? And second, I have to ask, if you make less than $100,000 a year and you STILL vote Republican, what the hell are you thinking? It's not too late to choose a side and get on the right one.

In this case, it's actually the left.

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