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Free Your Mind and the Rest Will Follow.

Free your mind, and the rest will follow. . .

How do you choose the candidate that represents YOUR best interests, YOUR well-being, and YOUR future?

I really wish people would ask themselves these next questions and answer them honestly. And then -- apparently the hardest part -- vote accordingly. And I wish people would think a little further than the immediate questions.

For instance:

Health care: If America had a health care institution instilled that entitled all Americans to coverage, that would eliminate unpaid hospital bills.

If you think of the hospital's services and products the same as you think of a supermarkets -- the more shoplifting that occurs, the higher the prices raise. If every person had health insurance, the 'shoplifting' (which really, what other option do they have but to suffer?) would cease and the cost of being treated would go down. Amazing. I know.

Another instance: Education.

Sure, getting a college degree might not be necessary for you, but if America ever intends to be a globally respected country again, we're going to have to be more competitive as far as educating our citizens goes. Our school systems are plummeting in the rankings of the entire world. How is progress for our country ever going to be made if the very basis of each American's knowledge is his/her education and our system blows?

Before you vote, ask yourself these questions:

Do you have health insurance?
When's the last time you visited the dentist?
The gynocologist?
Took your kid to the pediatrician?
How much did you have to pay for it?
Do you have a family?
Children to raise?
Do you make greater than minimum wage?
Do you even have a job?
Do you count on programs like WIC, Wellfare, Disability, or Social Security? Child support?
Do you live in a household with more than a six figure combined income?
Or do you live pay-check to pay-check?
Do you have more than one house?
Do you even own one home?
Can you afford the mortgage?
Do you believe people in the "wealthy" tax bracket should receive tax breaks, while you do not?
Do you want to be able to retire when you're older?
Do you believe in state funded hospitals for things like the mentally ill?
Are you interested in helping get the homeless off the streets and into the facilities that can help them?
Do you wish to leave behind a better country -- a better world -- than you came into?
Do you want your kids and grandkids to have access to suitable educations?
And clean air to breath?
Do you support the Iraq War?
Do you think American soldiers are dying daily for a just cause?
Do you think the financial crisis is a hoax?
Do you believe our energy policy needs to be reformed?
Do you even know what the American energy policy says?
What about a health care policy reform?
Do you believe we should be dependent on foreign oil?

Are you racist? bigot? sexist? prejudice?

Do you have the ability to see past skin tone?

Do you believe a man who proudly claims to have voted with Bush more than 90% of the time is going to bring about the changes we need to see in order to avoid an all-out depression?




. . . be colorblind, don't be so shallow.

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Jessica Nelson said…
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