Three Weeks to Go

Election Day is Nov. 4. I'm really not sure if I can survive the next 21 days. I may go into hiding. I'm tired of all the rhetoric. I'm tired of being - essentially and sometimes outright - told that I'm anti-Constitution or anti-women's rights or whatever else nonsense people come up with for my beliefs. I'm tired of biting my tongue because I have friends whose beliefs are so absolutely opposite to mine that it boggles my mind. I'm worried about our country and where it is going. Everyone has someone to blame for the mistakes and no one seems to care about the truth. Everyone spins it to fit their own personal beliefs. It is ridiculuous. No candidate is perfect. No political party is perfect. But, I'm not going to get frothy at the mouth and freak out on people when I try to make a point and it sends them off into a tizzy. Am I excited about a candidate this year? No. I worry about the next four years and the problems my children are going to inherit regardless of who is elected.

Someone wake me up on my birthday (Nov. 7). I may hibernate in the meantime.