Election thoughts

I dream of a world where: 

we're colorblind to race,

money and status are not the main points,

consumerism is downplayed,

we help and love all our neighbours, friend or foe.

We, the people of United States have an opportunity to remind the world why we're a great nation- a country of idealistic, progressive, adaptable people who make changes when necessary. Let us show our roots, our true colours in this election. We're a country of immigrants, a melting pot. Our ancestors came to this land for a better life, to live freely. It is time to stand up for those ideals. Embrace acceptance, liberty and world cooperation. Let us show the world that America is still capable of being a world leader, a setter of examples. 

I hope you share a vote with me for Barack with me on November 4th. 

Voting:

Some people tell me it doesn’t matter who the US selects for the next president. While it’s a choice to feign indifference, the fact is whatever the US does affects the rest of the world. So your vote matters. I’m not saying who to vote for (though I have not kept my vote a secret), I’m just saying think about the implications of your choices. Vote with your conscience. Vote with your heart. Just vote.

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I've already mailed my absentee ballot in. In case anyone has forgotten to register to vote, it's really simple. Just click on the above link and it will walk you through the process.

Absenteeism

Being lost abroad has it's perks. I'm one of the first Americans to blacken the oval for the first half-black, half-white president. Quite thrilling. I think I'll drop it at the American Embassy in Auckland just to be nosy and check out the place. The last time I set foot in an American Embassy was when I was 20 and Carrie had a flaming red eye in Munich, Germany (in my pre-optometry life). We were looking for a list of English speaking doctors. I remember they had a Coke machine. It was a bit of heaven when we were a little homesick after our rolling suitcase wheels melted off (yes, we were too dumb to have backpacks that time) and we'd spent a few nights spooning under seven wool blankets in "Big Tent". Ahh the days...