Warning: Political Post

Well…sort of anyway

This isn’t a campaign piece or armchair political analysis; it’s just an observation of people — human beings — specifically Americans and, even more specifically, people I know and love.

I’m one of those weirdos who happens to know, love, and respect people who will be voting differently than me.

Why, you ask? How is that possible?

Last time I checked, we all have two (2) choices for president, and if you plan on voting, you’ll have to pick one (1) of them.

Does that mean you agree with everything that candidate says? No.

Does it mean you identify with them fully? Nope.

TWO fucking choices. That’s all we got.

Does that mean you love and worship them? Negative.

Does that even mean you are EXCITED for them to take office?

No, or at the very least, not necessarily.

I’m an independent, which means that with virtually every election I vote in, I’m choosing who I deem to be the “less shitty option.” That’s just how it goes. Rarely does one candidate EXCITE me.

It’s certainly not enough to put a sticker on my car, a sign in my yard, or a dopey hat on my head, but I have to pick one.