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Yes I Can

I'm a liberal - a Democrat with a capital D. And it has not always been easy to be so. My parents grew up during the Great Depression, married and started a family during WWII. Watched their family grow and prosper during the post-war boom. And watched the world change dramatically during the 60s and 70s. They taught me that I was responsible for myself. I had to work for what I wanted and never expect a handout. Yet, they also taught me that I was responsible to others. Not FOR others, but TO others. I was not to achieve my goals at the expense of another's dignity or basic humanity. Shaming, cheating, suppressing, stealing were not the ways to success. And the achievements of another were my achievements as well. What improved the life of others, improved my life. Good for one is good for all. Pretty socialist ideas, aren't they?

It has not been the experience of my life that good for others has been good for me. I have seen my country shamed, cheating, suppressing, stealing, lying. And I bear that responsibility. I have stood by and watched as these liars and cheaters have stolen my very dreams from me. But no longer.

Today, tomorrow - and if need be - for every day I have left, I will speak out. I will knock on doors and make phone calls and honk my horn and wave placards. Please vote. Please vote for a man who has managed to make me believe in good again. A man who has made me feel that I have the power to change the world. A man who has given me the audacity to hope once more.

Please vote - for Barack Hussein Obama. Because You Can. I Can. WE CAN.

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Sara Moriarty said…
It feels damn good to be enthusiastic about this country's possibilities and direction again! I've sorely missed this feeling! ~Sara
November 2, 2008 at 8:34 PM
Erika Lee @ A Tiny Rocket said…
I am voting and it's time for a change :)
November 2, 2008 at 10:43 PM
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