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By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com

This is it. Vote.

Voted. Dropped off our ballots. Finding it hard to concentrate on anything else today. This is it. Months of supporting Obama, carving money out of our limited budget every month to give to his campaign. Months of talking to friends inclined to support Romney, trying to (hopefully gently) persuade them to change their minds. Months of waiting, watching polls, watching debates. Hoping. It all comes down to today. Has it all been enough?

What values will our country uphold today? Will we support women’s rights, universal health care, education, immigrants, the right of two people to marry the person they love, the idea that the rich should not benefit on the backs of the poor and the struggling middle class? I wish I didn’t care so much. I cannot help but care so much. Now, I’d like to drink a Xanax smoothie and crawl under a quilt under it’s over, please.

Our president looked powerful and presidential last night at his last campaign speech. Never have I put so much faith in one man to fight these battles on our behalf. May the odds be ever in our favor.

3 Responses to “This is it. Vote.”

  1. KMS says:

    Must every Obama lovefest contain the phrase “Xanax smoothie?”

    And let’s not forget that he’s been in office for 4 years and hasn’t changed the marriage laws (all he’s changed is his opinion on the matter, just in time for the election). In fact he hasn’t done much of anything, but we’ll choose to ignore that in favor of bashing Romney before he has the chance to be as bland and unproductive as Obama.

    Meanwhile, celebrities are begging for Sandy relief funds from the same rich folks they’ve been badmouthing all year. Liberals have become as pathetic as conservatives. A woman with no job, no ID, no citizenship paperwork, and 8 kids is instantly given more respect than a randomly selected rich, white businessman. This country is becoming a bigger joke than ever.

    I believe in abortion. In fact, I usually think it should be mandatory. I also believe in capital punishment. But if you want to keep making hard-working, wealthy people fork over a higher percentage of their income than anyone else, so that these countless prisoners have 3 hots and a cot for the next 50 years, go right ahead.

    As long as The Learning Channel’s programming continues to reflect America’s downward trajectory, this country is screwed, no matter who leads it. Same guy holding both puppets. Hicks was right.

    The sad part is that no one will read or care about what I’ve said because no one cares about Voynar’s column, and this site is only visited by liberal sycophants who grow moist at the scent of political bias. Give up. Give up. Give up.

  2. spassky says:

    self exceptionalism. pedantry.

    These are not proof of anything but your own inflated self-worth. Have fun with that, KMS.

  3. KMS says:

    done and done

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