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Saturday, January 23, 2016

We ride, Pancho!

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!

Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

The older I get the more I appreciate the words of Shakespeare, regardless who wrote 'em.

This morning, I got up and amid my Saturday a.m. putterings, I came to a decision. It was helped by an NPR story on a candidate for president. I decided whom I will vote for in the coming primary.

Far more than anything the news has presented, this decision was a direct result of my friends, all of you, who post about politics.

I must digress briefly. I tell you I am a rebel. I object to being told what to do.

I fight authority, Authority always wins
I fight authority, Authority always wins
I been doing it since I was a young kid
I come out grinnin'
I fight authority, Authority always wins

Well, I don't always come out grinnin'. Sometimes I come out cussing. Sometimes I come out ... let's just say upset. Every so often, not nearly as often as I'd like, I win. Sometimes, when I win, I regret it, Not because I won, but because my win means other people have to suffer. They suffer because they would not accept reality and I brought reality crashing down on their heads.

That hurts. But, life hurts.

So why fight? Because it is who I am. Been doing for as long as I can remember and I probably will keep fighting.

A lot of people. TC being the most vocal, but absolutely not the first, have accused me of tilting at windmills. You see a windmill. I see a dragon with a windmill glamour.

So back on topic.

I have friends who are so vehement about the coming presidential election, you'd think they have money invested in the outcome. They do have money invested in the outcome. So do you. More than that, we all have rights invested in the outcome.

Folks are hurling invective the way Jackson Pollock painted. They are busy attacking the windmill because it is green and it must be yellow. The other side sees yellow and says it must be green.

It ain't a windmill folks. The color of the dragon does not mean a f'dangin' thing when your head gets bitten off.

When the General Primary comes along, I have decided whom I will vote for. I will vote for my choice ONLY for these two reasons.

1) There is so much hate aimed at the candidate.

2) Those slinging the arrows of outrageous fortune believe there is a difference between their chosen windmill color and the other chosen windmill.

So, I will vote. I will vote to prove the difference between green and yellow is irrelevant and almost non existent. Colors are a division in the spectrum of radiation. If the entire spectrum was laid out on a yardstick, you could not see the difference between yellow and green except with an electron microscope.

The difference is not enough to matter.

And so, in the general primary I will vote. I will vote because I am tired of hate, tired of invective, tired of people who refuse to believe the dragon is real even when the dragon is busy eating their friends,

I will vote. I do not believe the person I will vote for is suited to run the country. No-one in the General Primary is capable of running the country. I will vote. Then no matter who wins the presidency, it will not matter. If the person I vote for in the primary wins the presidency, we will all lose. If another in the primary wins the general election, we will all lose.

I will vote. I will vote because so many of you spew so much hate. I will vote, not because I want to, but because I am a rebel. The oxymoron in this is not lost on me.

So, yes, I have decided whom I will vote for in the General Primary.

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