The older I get and the more elections I witness, the more I am convinced:
Voting is not the right to express yourself.
It’s the responsibility to protect those more vulnerable than yourself.
If I see my vote as being fundamentally about my RIGHT to express myself, my right to make a statement, my right to cultivate my personal brand as I see fit…
then it is okay for me
to vote for a non-viable third-party candidate
to write in a vote for my genitals or a dead gorilla
to refuse to vote at all because
neither candidate excites me
or meets my standards of ideological purity
or because I am uncomfortable voting for
“the lesser of two evils”.
But if I see my vote as being fundamentally about my DUTY to protect those less privileged than myself…
then it is no longer about me
or my statement, or my rights, or my personal brand.
it is about my duty to the poor, the displaced, the unemployed,
the incarcerated, the unwanted, the homeless,
the disenfranchised, the oppressed, the underserved.
it is about children in cages, rapists in the Supreme Court,
pussy-grabbing, Muslim banning, unregulated access to weapons of war, restricted access to life-saving medicine, the decline of decency and civility, and the triumph of hate over everything that fundamentally makes us Americans.
When my vote is about my responsibility to you– my fellow man, my fellow American, my fellow human being– and not about the rights I claim for myself,
it’s really not difficult for me to put on my big girl panties and admit that
those things make me a hell of a lot more uncomfortable than a boring, overly-moderate Democrat in a bad pantsuit ever could.
And that is why I vote.