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Purely for my own enjoyment

I thought it would be fun to make a picture movie of what Josh and Carly might think of the election. Of course, its really what I think. But pictures of their cute faces are more fun than my bland soap box.

Plus, most of you really only come here for the pictures. I'm manipulating you into reading my thoughts, how clever of me.

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{obligatory soapbox post that you'll ignore if favor of the video}

If, like me, you are still an undecided voter you can take a quiz at www.glassbooth.org to see which candidate you most line up with (on the basics anyhow).

I've been thinking a lot lately about the idea that a vote for a candidate not in real contention is a throw away vote. I've decided I don't agree. If everyone really voted for their heart, rather than the party line, I think we would see a marked change in the election results. I have lost track of how many times I have heard someone say that they feel like they are voting for 'the lesser of 2 evils.' This year I vow not to do that. I'm going to vote with my heart and my mind, and not with my party. I hope you'll join me.

{end soapbox}

Comments

Anonymous said…
You're right, we are in it mostly for the pictures. Great job!

I imagine most folks who attempt to think for themselves more than just occasionally actually do agree with your box-o-cleanliness. Those who don't probably do not have enough Legos in their lives :)

Isn't it great that we live in a time a place where we are free to think and choose for ourselves. Even to make our choices based only on what others tell us we should think, that is OK, we just should be sure we know and trust those people (like the prophet, apostles, etc.).
llegue said…
nice..explains exactly how I feel..empty promises..do they (obama and mccain) think we're MORONS?

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