We, the “Undecideds”
In a sense, I am “the undecided” in the 2008 US Presidential Election. I remain undecided on whether I will write in the viscerally more satisfying “Fuck You”, or just the boring but infinitesimally more effective “None of the Above” (someone may actually tally it). However, I have recently reinforced my confidence in voting for nobody. I am “decided”. I have decided that neither of these buffoons will get my vote.
I am of the camp who would vote for a mundane Democrat (read: “doesn’t have all that much spunk and is headed to an all-Republican Congress”) instead of a do-something, ultra-religious, collectivist Republican. More likely (in my dreams), I would vote for a preferably non-religious, pro-individual rights, pro-self defense, non-anti-big business Republican, rather than a spineless, pro-mob-rule, capitalism-hating Democrat. But neither of these choices is available.
The more I hear from and about Obama, the more I hate this man. But I can’t vote for McCain. My vote, or non-vote (whatever it is I will be doing in that election booth), along with that of the thousands of other “undecideds” in this country, will be a message to the Republican Party. If they want my vote, they need to give me someone better than a John McCain.
Republicans have become “republican” in name only. Their mere act of being corrupts the concept of “republic” as their interventionist economic policies corrupt the concept of “free market”. Republicans have been competing with Democrats to be the first to discover the epicenter of the middle of the road. And John McCain is their Neil Armstrong. He takes a proud step, readies the flag to drive it into the ground, and then looks up. Doh! What’s that flag with the donkey on it doing here?
I’m done with Democrats in Republicans’ clothing. That’s McCain’s gimmick, and I am happy to let him go to his grave (next year, maybe?) knowing that the pinnacle of his career was selling his soul and losing. Democrats and Republicans will come together to dispose of his coffin. One can only hope they act like the panic-stricken wife and jump in there with him.
It comes down to this: I will be no better off with a John McCain than I will be with a Barack Obama. John McCain would not repeat the policies of George W. Bush. He will be Bush times ten. He will bend over backwards to prove how collectivist he can be. And throw in the randomness of what he will do with his finger on the button and frankly, it might be better to have an Obama. And getting Obama over with now is better than having a McCain and then an Obama.
But I’m not taking an Obama. Not voluntarily, anyway. I’ll take him reluctantly. (I’ll step out of his way rather than lend a hand to his opponent.) Maybe, if I’m lucky, there’s someone within the Republican Party who just might say to himself: “I see a market for reason.” And he’ll come out of the closet, and appeal to voters like me for all the right reasons. And maybe in four years or four hundred, he’ll get elected to office. I just don’t see it happening if I continue to support this nonsense.
My recommendation is this: stand up and be counted. Differentiate yourself from the lazy. Go to that election booth, select no one, and pull the lever. After the shock and disappointment and finger-pointing subsides, someone will scratch his head. If we’re lucky, they’ll figure out the answer.