If you have ever had the pleasure of spending time on a farm or ranch you know what a cow pasture looks and smells like. If you have ever walked through a cow pasture you have ample evidence that it is a home for cows. And, if you are like the majority of us, you avoid stepping in the ample piles of evidence.
Look around, my friends. The evidence is piling up. Take a deep breath. That pungent aroma is the smell of fresh, still steaming Fascism. You recognize the evidence of cows in a cow pasture. Recognize the evidence of Fascism. Once you step in it, the smell cannot be removed.
These are timely words. As we approach next week’s election the rhetoric has been as vitriolic as I have ever experienced in a presidential election. Both sides would have us believe the other candidate is Lucifer incarnate.
The sad truth is that both candidates are flawed, even as we all are. Neither of these two candidates will ever make it to top of the most likable list. But, that’s not the issue.
At the end of the day it isn’t about likability, is it? On November 8th we must vote for the candidate that we feel will do the best job at leading our nation in the direction we think is best.
I plan on casting my ballot for the candidate with a lifetime record of public service, the one easily the most qualified and most experienced. I could not in good conscience ever vote for someone that uncontrollably spews hatred, racism, bigotry in every conversation. I want a leader with plans, not an egocentric ass with nauseatingly-repeated one liners telling us how much everyone adores him.
We must vote. We must vote our conscience. We must not be afraid to do what is right. Otherwise, the wounds we will inflict on our country are small compared with the wounds will will inflict on our own souls.
Being a target for speaking an unpleasant or disturbing truth is one of those things that never changes. Too few in our society have the courage to speak the truth when that truth goes against popular sentiment.
All of us can learn from Gandhi. The truth is still the truth, even when it’s unpopular or even ridiculed. And no one ever needs to apologize for speaking the truth in love.