Super Tuesday
February 5th, 2008 by Vihar ShethPosted in Government
Unless you live in cave, you know today is Super Tuesday. It’s the day that a severely flawed yet unparalleled election system goes to work to pare down candidates from both parties. And, unless you’re in the minority of people whose lives have improved over the last few years and are so selfish that you don’t care about anyone else, you are hoping for change. George W. Bush has, for eight years, represented the worst type of leadership this country has seen in a long time, if ever.
Today, we begin the process of healing. Dubya’s not gone yet, but man oh man, I can totally see the light. Somewhat frightening is the fact that light could be John McCain or Mitt Romney and I wouldn’t have a stroke. The only option out there that really scares me is Mike Huckabee, because “bringing the nation back to Christ” is not really an idea this country was founded on. While a Baptist minister isn’t worse than a monkey in a suit (Dubya), he’s damn close.
Edwards was my first choice by a good margin, but the country decided it wanted someone for president who didn’t like numbers, and so we’re left with Obama and Clinton on the democratic side. Neither are horrible, as Hillary’s gotten better in the last few months. Obama is a dreamer, and I appreciate that, but my confidence in his abilities to clean up the havoc Bush wreaked is limited. Then again, it was only stronger for Edwards, and he’s no longer a possibility. Also, being a minority, I’m fearful that when push comes to shove, the very large part of America that doesn’t evolve over time won’t be able to bring themselves to vote for a minority, part black or female.
I’m serious, this scenario really scares me. I’m picturing a day this fall when the face of a dark man or a white woman is put next to the face of a conservative white man, and someone who really needs help starts to shake at the polls. Deep in his heart, he feels that a democratic choice will actually help him. But in his mind, his greatly manipulated mind, he’s conflicted and confused by the noise and the lies and the hate. I fear he won’t be able to make his hand choose what he knows is right. I fear that he’ll be scared to take a chance, thinking that things are so bad already that he shouldn’t make a bold play. Hopefully I’m singing the tune of a pessimist, but that’s what my heart is telling me, even though my brain is telling me there is no possible freakin’ way that there are enough ignorant Americans out there to make my fear a reality. Only time will tell.
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