Don't Vote By Rote

Just a word before we all step into that magic booth, the one that so many like to tamper with.

I consider myself an "independent," that's neither red nor blue – right, left, center – I'm one of those damned idealists still living in an apolitical fantasy world that exists only in that tiny space between my big waffly ears.

Media big-mouths of both the liberal mass-media and the conservative alternative media, the extreme religious right and the extreme pagan left, in order to assuage their subconscious fear of people like me, have labeled us as indecisive political non-entities, without any true intellectual virtue. Soulless, jumbled, confused, discrepant, spineless.

Good God, it's the one point they seem to fully agree on: Us.

Why are they afraid?

Because people of my ilk aren't persuaded by their buzzwords. We remember the past uncolored; we compare their "spin" to what we actually recall. We can't seem to get ourselves over the one relentless fact that THEY'RE LYING.

To paraphrase Groucho Marx, "What would you rather believe, what they say, or your own eyes?"

Here's the real "independent" position.

If you see this election day based on notions of red versus blue – republicans and democrats, "blue dogs" and "rinos," liberals and conservatives, elephants and donkeys – you're in The Trance.

A useful idiot. An eater & breeder. A part of the money train. Nothing more.

The real villains we fight, are Elitists. They have no official party, or political leaning, other than what they insanely believe is their birthright: our money and our servitude.

The only kind of politician they are is "career." They spend their time thinking of ways to get more money from us than they could last year – and expect a salary from us, while doing it. In the meantime they exempt themselves from the laws and regulations they force upon the rest of us.

The only ones more ambitious than career political office holders are the eager hopefuls after their jobs. The ones chomping at the bit to get "their turn."

They don't run for office to help their fellow citizens, but to lock in their own careers. They don't see the talking-points they've memorized as what they are – tailored lies to convince us marks to vote for them – but as the tools of their trade, to advance up the ladder. Lying is what their opponents do.

The potent spellcasting words that grant them ultimate power. A witch would tell you exactly what I'm talking about.

Some of them have been in congress for 20, 30 or more years. They die of extreme old age. And always... rich.

They fight to get to congress, or to a governor's mansion, or to a county seat, as a stepping stone to something bigger, with more perks. At the least, they achieve millionaire status.

Some get into politics because it's the last unconquered frontier for them, already possessing their billions from a career of corporate victories.

What are the most important topics this election year? Jobs. Taxes. Size of government. So therefor, of course, that's what they all claim are foremost on their minds. Those are the "buzzwords" that get your attention. If these 20, 30, 40-year veterans of The Hill really are – suddenly – concerned about jobs, taxes and runaway bureaucracy, wouldn't they have done something about them by now?

They've had decades in which to act. What exactly were they doing all that time, if they are only now on a mission to save our jobs, lower our taxes, and... blah. Blah. Blah. Why haven't these points of interest been prevalent in their lexicons until now? Because suddenly now their jobs depend on them. The only unemployment that fazes them is their own.

America is bankrupt, now nearly to the point that soon we will have to depend on government – The Ascended Masters – for everything we need to keep our "lifestyles" afloat. We're unemployed. We're taxed beyond solvency. We're held firmly at a solidified disadvantage by foreclosed mortgages. We're right where they've always wanted us. At last.

They rule.

But we elected them. A mere detail. The means don't matter, just the end.

The Rachel Maddows and the Ann Coulters of the world, the James Carvells and the Sean Hannitys, all merely bully and out-shout the competition. Verbal bullies. Afforded the bullying power of a mass-media.

They are the "tools."

We impotent, indecisive, immaterial "independents" are the kooks.

Yes, most of us are poor. We're used to voting for candidates who don't usually have a prayer. On occasion, a candidate with major party affiliations comes along whom we actually can place some hope in. It happens. Truth is the loneliest hunter. Call us unrealistic, but sorry, our souls just aren't for sale.

We may be kooks, but we haven't sipped the Koolaid yet. And we won't willfully.

They've got most people slurping. I'm not talking about the other party, I'm talking about YOURS. If you side with the "correct" party, the "enlightened" class... all I ask is that you stop living in denial and enjoy their cold fingers fondling your soul. Or whatever it is inside of you that they've replaced it with.

Even if they manage to cage us, they won't own us. They can't blind us. They'll have to kill us. Otherwise we'll just keep voting our conscience, the one thing they can't write a check big enough for, even with your money.