Don’t Tell Me How To Vote
Moments ago, I handed my ballot to my mail carrier and for some reason a calm came over me as I realized I am now done with this political process for this election period. Come November 4th, our country will decide on a newly elected leader. It’s pretty likely
we won’t have a unified country after this happens and it’s a certainty that things will get harder before they get better; I only hope people will pull together and start digging in, rather than pointing fingers and hoping “they” will fix it all. We the people have put us here, we have elected the people that are in office, WE are supposed to hold them accountable, and voting is part of it. The ugliness of this season has revealed a really horrible side of our political process, but I suppose we should be happy we’re allowed to take part in one at all.
Whatever your views, opinions, or beliefs, voting is your chance to take part in the process, and while some will tell you their way of thinking, it’s really up to YOU to decide for yourself who/what best aligns with your feelings about things. This past weekend, I hosted a group of friends for a little winetasting; a really informal gathering, we just like to drink, share some wine insights, and have a few laughs. Some discussion started up about politics (I knew my guests were a mix of opinions, so expected a bit of spirited banter) but what took place is something I would bet happens out in the streets every day -people “sighing” and giving those “ughhh” sounds when someone’s opinions didn’t match up with their own. I quashed this behavior pretty quickly: my feeling is people can choose what or who they want, it’s their right and that is the beauty of being in this country. I don’t have to agree, but I have an obligation to respect our differences. It’s when people become intolerant that things get off track and start creating division.
So take part in the process, get out there, and vote the way you want and with what most closely resembles your sentiments, whatever those sentiments are. It is the most patriotic thing you can do. What does that have to do with small business? In my state there were 3 initiatives geared at small business, so you tell me…






Yes ma’am… I did.
I think you’re right, but I think the the rising octaves were a result of the alcohol and different opinions. I felt a bit sorry for her, you know she was outwitted, right?
Just curious… why was the sighing and giving up on the conversation (due to feeling like talking to a brick wall) worse than the ones yelling their opinions very loudly?