I don't like that I gave in to the fear and paranoia on Election Day. As I walked to the polling place, I was filled with dread that it was really a matter of Republicans being able to steal the election that was going to decide our country's fate more than my vote.
As I stood in line at the grade school library at the end of my street, a young, white guy insisted two books, sitting on the shelves that featured President Obama on their covers be removed from the site of the election booths.
Then I was given a Provisional Ballot because my name was not on the Voter List.
I had a sinking feeling as I walked away from the Election booth. I grew depressed throughout the day thinking that maybe this was going to be the last American Election and that the People were actually going to vote away the Republic and let Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan into the White House. We were going to do it ourselves... National suicide... Capitalist Dictatorship.
But that did not happen. Americans, real Americans turned out at the polls and despite the treasonous attempts in Florida and Pennsylvania and Ohio, President Obama won big.
Real Americans in the weather ravaged States of New Jersey and New York showed up at the polls and re-elected President Obama... in numbers that could not be stolen.
I was never out there during the campaign singing the praises of President Obama. My car did not have an Obama/Biden bumper sticker on it. But I hate what Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan stand for. I fear it and I believe it needs to be stopped. And it was.
Good job America.