From Madame Noire:
I remember it like it was yesterday. 2008 was the first time I would ever get to vote in a presidential election, and it was my first time voting in general. I remember thinking how blessed we were as a people to have come so far as to finally have a black candidate make it so far in the presidential race, and for him to actually win? Man, oh man. My roommate and I were in our apartment with our “I voted” stickers stuck to our chests balling on the floor in the fetal position after we heard the news, but we were ecstatic! An African-American president! My vote really mattered–now if only my brother and my grandmother could have been around to see THIS. Yeah, that day was a great day.
Flash forward four years later and all the glitz and celebration from that last election night are long gone. We’re just a few days from this year’s election, which will determine whether or not President Obama will have the opportunity to finish what he started with a second term or if Mitt Romney will be allowed to take his business expertise and 47 percent mentality into the White House to work for the people–some of the people of course. I can’t wait to vote. Not because I’m particularly excited about the election process anymore (But I’m proud to vote because I know what people went through so that I can), but I can’t wait because I’m tired as hell. I’m tired of being forced to watch political pundits and newspapers tell me the opposite information on the same day about alleged “new polls,” what independent voters think, what early voters are doing, and what folks in the swing states are all wondering. Don’t even get me started on the fickle folks who are being fought over like the last bit of food for claiming to be undecided.
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