I don’t love Barack Obama. He’s far more destructive than I ever imagined an American president could be. The moment Bill Clinton started looking good because I believed he didn’t actually hate the country he was supposed to be running, I knew there was a serious problem. This movement, the Occupy vs. Tea Party message, the class warfare rhetoric… this is more than a simple political pendulum swing. This is a crossroads. This is when we decide which direction we’re going to choose, which America my children will grow up in.
I need it to be the one I was blessed to grow up in. The one that allowed my grandfather to run a sportman’s store in a small town for 35 years. The one that allowed my parents to be self-employed and do the things that they loved for a living. The one that gave me the opportunity to be the first in my family to graduate from college, to pursue multiple careers in fields that I love, and to carve out a niche that landed me what I believe to be the coolest job ever. …
It took me months to come around to voting for Mitt Romney. I still don’t know if I can work for him, or even tell you to do the same. I don’t know what’s going to happen in November. I do know that Barack Obama is giving us a pretty clear picture of how we can destroy our country, and with it our freedom. I know that we are the only ones that can stop it. That’s enough to keep me in the fight.
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