One of, if not the most remembered of speeches in our great history begins, “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”
This is no longer that nation. None are equal as long as the man who lives next door to me can marry, but I can not. As long as one man says that a woman has no right to her body. As long as these small collected and corrupt men dig the graves of every man woman and child who was not given as much as them. None are equal.
As each day passes, I find new lies being spread as truth. New pieces of a corrupted puzzle falling into place to create a country to which I am becoming more and more disillusioned.
Because I am young, because my body is still infirm by no fault of my own, because I find longing in the same gender, because I hold a different faith, I am denied life. I am denied liberty. I am denied the pursuit of happiness.
I am that upon which this once great country was founded. I am a different machine than any around me, and I am considered broken. Am I not tired? Am I not poor? Am I not a huddled mass, yearning to breathe free? Where now is the golden door beside which the lamp once was raised?
The road we are taking is one of great suffering and the man currently in power, the great man who sits at the helm is trying to turn us in the right direction. The vehicle he steers, though, is covered in excess, debt, war, bulky lies and unheeded warnings created by those before him. It is all he can do to first clear the mistakes of the past before the right path can be taken.
This man has my vote, because I know he can clean the face of our great nation from these mistakes. Because I know that he can lead us without prejudice and without fear. In the words of my own father, “I vote for him because I am a patriot.”
MiseryFields 