Last night I dreamed that I was standing outside at Belmont University, waiting to go inside and watch the presidential debate. The crowd was tense and anxious because we had all just gotten word that, once inside, we had to make a choice. There would be two gas chamber rooms. The Obama chamber and the McCain chamber would each be filled with air polluted to the extent that the respective candidate would allow our air to be polluted during his presidency. They told us that one would be so toxic that we would need hospitalization upon our release from the chamber.
Everyone in the crowd was quickly coming to realize that they didn’t trust either candidate enough to put themselves at risk like that…..and, in turn, realizing that they didn’t trust either of them enough to put their vote of good faith toward that candidate. Over the course of the dream, the general emotion went from excitement to dread to panic to just plain depression. It was a heavy blanket of realization laying upon these people as they accepted that neither candidate earned their trust.
So….it doesn’t take tea leaves, palm reading or a crystal ball to figure out where I stand on this election. During the presidential debate last night, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, vomit, or take my family and move deep into the mountains never to be seen by other human eyes again. At least the VP debate made me laugh a little. Then again, McCain did take a stab at a hair plug joke. Ugh.
I just hope that after I vote, I won’t sickly regret my decision. I hope that the lesser of the two evils is voted into office….and I hope that we all survive it. I hope that our country can heal itself in so many areas and earn back the trust of its citizens and countries around the world.
Oh….and when can we dispose of this electoral college b.s.?