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Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Election Day Morning 20161110
The cynic spies the intransigence of government with scorn or apathy. The dreamer believes in the pith of our tribe, that membership involves participation, investment in a pound of sacrifice. Election day in America may be a reality show of billions of dollars shifted to media companies to polarize the eating habits of a two-headed beast. Election day for some is the rope of a finish line meeting breast, investment of human chance for believing in something bigger than yourself in democracy as a living organism. Here is to the protestors, the volunteers, the sign holders at the intersection, the phone callers, the truth tellers calling out the hypocrites, the balloon blowers, the freedom fighters, the hopeless optimists believing that we are worth believing in as part of our human community.
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