“VOTING MY CONSCIENCE”
by OPOVV, ©2012, Presidential Candidate
(Sep. 30, 2012) — This editorial is the reason that our Commander in Chief needs to be a military veteran, someone who has taken the Oath that he believes in 110%: in other words, definitely not an Obot.
If you’ve ever been in a combat situation, there’s only one possible world view that shapes your philosophy: prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Notice it doesn’t put “hope” before the word “worse,” and there’s a reason for that. While in dire straits, for instance, there’s no time for routine maintenance.
Examples abound, but my favorite is the guy who took his date out to the woods to enjoy nature. The car had a history of either not starting or difficult to start, and the guy lived with it.
One Monday morning I asked what one of my co-workers did over the weekend, and he said he worked on his boat. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a boat.” “No, my lifeboat: my car.” Somewhere there’s a “Land Yacht” joke, since his ride was a dilapidated pile of rust but had excellent tires and purred like a kitten.
So this guy drives out to the Mt. St. Helen’s area to romp in the woods, but his timing couldn’t have been worse, because the day he chose was the day of the eruption. Here they are, quite a few miles away, and yet they had the presence of mind to get out of Dodge, like now. You guessed it: the car wouldn’t start, so rather than getting away cleanly, they spent the next couple of days just trying to survive in totally adverse conditions, all because this guy wasn’t prepared. Now I don’t know if the guy was a combat veteran or not, whether he even ever served in the military or anything about him, but I’d bet you that he wasn’t a Vet. Heck, he wasn’t even a Cub Scout, I’d be more than willing to wager. I do know this: the girl was finished with him.
It’s like your gas gauge. When it reaches the halfway mark, I consider it half empty, yet my wife calls me a pessimist, a negative person, because to her it’s half full. I can hear it now: the North Korean Communist hoards charging the outpost, and the Gunny calls over, “How are you doing on ammo?” “Oh, thank you for inquiring about my well-being; I really appreciate it, but my magazine is HALF FULL.” No, I don’t think so.
Let’s get real and talk turkey. Let’s talk about this so-called “election” that’s going to take place in a few weeks. The word “election” means we have a choice, not much of one, the way it’s set up, but a choice nevertheless. At least that’s what they want us to believe. Right. As if John McCain won the primary election in Florida in 2008. Look, I’m a veteran and I asked a lot of veterans who they voted for in that primary and why and not one, out of a least a hundred, voted for McCain, me included. And the reason is that, take your pick: lost it, out of touch, weak on illegal immigration, and he doesn’t like Obama’s middle name, HUSSEIN, being mentioned in public.
Yes, I’m voting this election, but I’m voting my conscience; I’m going to vote for America’s best hope. I’m not going to throw my vote away on someone who is afraid to speak the Truth: we’re at war with Islam because Islam is at war with us. I’m not going to put my head in the sand and let statements such as “America has a Muslim history” pass by. I’m going to write-in “OPOVV” and walk out of that voting booth knowing I did my patriotic duty to the best of my ability by choosing the best candidate. Period. And on the way home I’m buying a few more boxes of ammo, and I hope you all do EXACTLY THE SAME.
OPOVV
YAS’SIR~ME Too!!