The Obama Circus

Well, I voted today! For Chuck Baldwin, of course. I was juggling back and forth between Baldwin and McCain. "How on earth can you juggle two candidates who differ so much?" you ask.

A simple truth is that every vote for Chuck Baldwin takes away a vote from John McCain. While it does not "give a vote" to Barack Obama, like one person I know claims, it does give Obama a greater chance of winning the state.

I voted for neither major candidate because neither candidate represented my views on the issues. This is how democracy should work, and it's very sad that I even considered voting for one of them merely because one was the "lesser of two evils."

I've heard a quote, though, that more accurately describes it: it's not a vote between the lesser of two evils, but rather a vote for the evil of two lessers. I like that.

I consider myself a rather principled person, and every day I become less ashamed to voice my opinions associated with those principles. I learn more every day about how to argue, debate, and talk to people who disagree with me, especially liberals and leftists. I'll address that more in a future, upcoming post.

But, anyway, after I voted today (which took about 15-20 minutes, by the way), I grabbed a free coffee at Starbucks (which they gave to you if you voted), walked to a popular place on campus, and watched the Obama circus. I thought I hadn't seen as many Obama stickers in my life before today; the sheer volume of Obama litter that I saw today made my head spin. The Obama stickers, pins, posters, flags, doorknob hangers, flyers, patches, hats, shirts, sweatshirts, wristbands, hats, and banners spawned like rabbits, with the core of the circus at this central point on the University of Miami campus. I was wearing my "Ron Paul 2008" T-shirt with a little "I Voted Today!" sticker, graciously supplied to me by Miami-Dade County. I got dirty looks; not just because of my blasphemous shirt, but also because I refused every piece of Obama garbage that was pushed into my face. I stood amongst the throng of Obama sheep, stubborn as an ox, even when one of the Obama-paraphernalia-pushers walked up to me and said to me:

"That Ron Paul shirt is just...like..."

That's all she said. I stared at her for awhile, waiting for the completion of a full sentence that was never to come. I finally broke the moronic silence by saying "Oh yeah? I figured I'd try to balance all this out at least a little bit." She walked away after scoffing. It was priceless.

One of the Sex and the City girls was there supporting Obama (Cynthia something?). While it was cool to see an actual celebrity up close, I stopped short of hugging her and getting a picture with her for fear that she'd put a hit out on me or something for my lack of support for her show, her movie, and/or her presidential candidate of choice. You never know with these well-off elitist Obama worshippers.

After my coffee (and after the circus died down a bit), I returned to my room to buckle down and begin the two weeks of ass-busting that's ahead of me. More posts to come soon, though, especially after the election results are in.