It is that hour when all things that haunt me come to a terrible
clarity before the light of dawn. It is the hour of truths when all my
decisions, made and not made, parade in succession before me to live
through one more time.
The idea of voting against my
conscience is so depressing to me that it is no joke that I have these
thoughts in my darkest hours. If it comes down to it next November and I
am faced and pressed by social conscience to do so, will I give up all
hope, hold my nose and vote for Hillary Clinton?
Because
when I see the future come to pass when the minimum wage ideal just fades into
the ether, when more jobs are shipped away and the families around me in
this small part of Iowa are further blown apart by poverty, as
corporate control rends all workplace protection asunder, and when the
war machine continues churning death for profit, and prison is our new
slavery, and when a child's choice comes down to military service as
there will never ever be affordable college, I will never have the heart
to vote again.
And I will not be the only one.
