Sometimes politics boils down to just having a talk with your conscience. At long last it does for me. For many years as a Democrat I silenced that voice again and again to do what I thought, what I believed, what I was told was the best thing for my country. Loving my country I could do nothing less than vote against the bad people and for the not quite as bad people.
On May 31st of 2008 that baloney came to a screeching halt. Because my conscience refused to be silent. It got up on it’s high horse and refused to go along to get along. It refused to join in the cheating that the Democrat Party was doing to make Barack Obama their nominee. It doesn’t matter to me that subsequent actions of the woman I was defending and voted for showed her to be dishonest and corrupt. Benghazi and the e-mail scandal were still in the future. The attempted destruction of this woman by both her party and the media was wrong. So I stopped being a Democrat.
This crisis of conscience refused to allow me to become a Republican. Many of the things they “said” they stood for were a more comfortable fit for me than the Democrat Party had ever been. But having watched them through the Bush years I was all too well aware that what they said and what they did weren’t even close. Just like the Democrats.
So I became an Independent. A lot of good that does you because for your vote to matter you still have to vote for either a Republican or a Democrat or your vote doesn’t matter. For some just the fact of voting is enough. Vote Green or Libertarian or write in. It just didn’t work that way for me. I was a woman on a mission – a woman in search of people I could actually vote for without holding my nose.
I voted for McCain/Palin as a vote against Obama. I honestly thought Sarah Palin was better than she turned out to be. Conscience lets me get away with that if I was just wrong. That isn’t a choice I would make on purpose. I did find a a few people I could vote for happily. Scott Walker for one and Ron Johnson for another.
I did end up voting for Romney/Ryan in 2012 without holding my nose but without a lot of enthusiasm. Romney is a nice man and would make a decent president in my opinion. He just didn’t make me feel at all inspired. Nor did Ryan. I thought he did the best in congress as the head of the Ways and Means Committee. I still do. But no nose holding was needed. And no win was achieved either.
I can’t/won’t vote for the Democrats until they do some serious house cleaning in their party – a thing that I don’t expect to happen anytime soon. And the Republicans? Where’s the fire, where’s the inspiration, where’s the enthusiasm? I’m sorry I asked that because the most enthusiasm around is for a boorish vulgarian I wouldn’t support as street cleaner.
I was a Scott Walker supporter and then he dropped out. I was a Carly Fiorina supporter and she could get no traction. I drifted and finally settled on Ted Cruz because he alone seemed to have remembered the people that elected him once he got to Washington D.C. He’s the smartest of the bunch, which isn’t always enough, he’s a strict constitutionalist, he wants to stab ObamaCare to death and he isn’t liked by the GOP establishment or the media. Those things tell me that he’s probably as close to what I want in a candidate as I’m gonna get. At least this time around. Don’t get me wrong, I like Ted Cruz. But I never fall in love with a politician. Never.
Ted Cruz isn’t perfect by my or anyone else’s standards. But I honestly believe that he is as close to being a man of his word as any politician ever gets.
I could, and would hold my nose and vote for Rubio or Kasich. I don’t like Kasich and I don’t trust Rubio after his playing party cake with the Gang of Eight. But neither is so bad a man as to make my conscience smack me around.
Then there’s Trump. This time around my conscience says “oh no you don’t”. This time my conscience says no and means it. This time my conscience is not going to be bullied, persuaded or guilted into casting my vote for someone I loathe and despise. There isn’t a clothes pin large enough to make me vote for someone who is so far from all the things I believe are right and good.
Donald Trump may well become the Republican nominee. Cruz has all ready gotten further than I ever thought he would. The media and the establishment did their best to destroy him and I thought it was enough to make him unelectable.
Those same people that mutter about not letting the media choose their candidates for them had allowed the media to make a pariah out of Ted Cruz. They were silent, for the most part, as the media did their best to take down the man that came to the Senate, against the wishes of his party’s elites and with the determination to do what the voters sent him there to do. Media relentlessly sliced and diced him and those “media” haters were silent.
Is he Saint Ted? No, of course he’s not. However he is far superior to the vulgarian that talks about his man parts during a television debate.
Besides, my conscience says I can’t vote for any more bad people. And I don’t know how they get much worse than Donald Trump.
Hillary? Bernie? I see them as equally bad. Her party is having enough problems in choosing between a septuagenarian socialist and a woman who is nearly universally regarded as a blatant liar. Not a problem for her in my estimation – the Dems will vote for her anyway. But my conscience won’t let me. I’m content with that.