So, am I to understand that you saw his very liberal voting record and support of Romneycare and *still* voted for him, even funded him? I considered making calls until I saw his voting record, it screamed RINO. I commented on it then, and felt like I was in the minority, now I see I am still in the minority. That’s fine with me. I am disappointed that I made an assumption about you, I was hoping I would hear a lot about people who stand up and say, I made a mistake I intend to fix fix. Not a personal attack.
Where are you from, if you don’t mind my asking?
Just to clarify why I asked you where you are from: I am from Massachusetts, and have lived here my entire voting life except the four years I was in the service.
I have never, EVER in my adult life as a voter, EVER had a representative in my congressional delegation that represented me.
Never.
In that special election, I was presented with a choice of Martha Coakley or Scott Brown. Having lived here for all these years with her as the Attorney General, I could barely stomach hearing her name, as her claim to fame is the famous Fells Acres Day Care abuse case, which was a complete, arrogant and embarrassing travesty of justice.
I maintain that unless you have lived under the shadow of legislators like this for your entire voting life (which for me began in 1975) you have no idea what it is like, no idea how incredibly frustrating that is to anyone who harbors any serious political thought.
Year after year, my elected representatives, ALL of them, have ALWAYS voted in ways 100% diametrically opposed to my poltical philosophies.
For the FIRST time in my entire life, I actually had a chance to vote for someone at the national level besides Kerry or Kennedy who sounded like he understood the concepts of military service and national defense, my key issues.
If you have had someone other than Kerry or Kennedy to vote for, you really cannot understand the abject shame of being one of their constituents. You just can’t. Sure, you may have one or two moonbats in your congressional delegation, but year after year, you don’t get a lineup like Kerry, Kennedy, Markey, Studds, Frank and so on.
So when I had a chance to vote for someone who was NOT Martha Coakley (If you don’t know Coakley, she would have been ten times worse than Kerry as a Senator because she is a brainless, ideological, kool-aid drinking dipstick. Kerry at least has a brain, albeit a poisoned, malformed and treasonous one) I pulled the lever for Scott Brown.
Do I regret it? You are damned right I do, but not for the reasons many on here probably would say they do. I regret it because I gambled and lost. If I didn’t vote for Brown, I would have voted for Coakley.
I lost not only in money donated, time donated and all that goes with that, but I have lost my will to live by the tenets of a supposedly democratic process.
You want to hear something that is disgusting and terrible? When I read yesterday that Massachusetts was one of the states projected to lose representation due to the recent census, my heart was filled with hope and a sense of perverted satisfaction.
Think about that. As someone who has lived his life in a form of political serfdom in this state, I feel joy that my voice will be heard even less than it is. And I am glad of it.
Unless you can understand how twisted that is, I don’t think you can understand the depths of policial desperation that real conservatives are driven to in an environment like this.
Do you know what stage I am at now? I want our government to fail, and fail completely. I want to see the general population here in Massachusetts rise up with torches, pitchforks, tar, feather and rails.
You have no idea how damned angry I am right now as I write this. I am near tears with anger. I want my country to crash and burn, because that seems like it is the only way to cure it now.
I love my country. My dad was a 30 year naval officer, I grew up and served myself. When my dad died, he was buried in Arlington. When I see the American flag go by in a parade, God damn it, I stand, uncover, and cover my heart every single time, even when nobody around me does and they look at me like I am from another planet.
This country has given me everything not given to me directly by God. I appreciate this country every single day, the freedoms that even still we enjoy.
You cannot imagine the anger and the black despair I feel as I write this. I want to do everything within the law to encourage my state to crumble. My home. Think about it. My home.
From this point forward, I will be voting for the most liberal and socialist candidates running for office in this state. There are no conservatives running for office here, so I want to get the worst people in place to accelerate the process.
I have given up expecting any Freepers to understand. Most of them who don’t live here have wonderful black and white advice: Leave the state. Great advice. It is similar to how I used to refer to California, hoping the land of fruit and nuts would simply slide into the ocean when the big one hits.
For years it never occurred to me there were hard-working patriotic conservatives who lived in California in what appeared to me to be a cesspool of insanity and government state nannyism. Funny when you wear your faults on your back, you can’t see others see you just the same way. Funny, that.
I don’t treat people that way now. I give conservatives from Madison, Ithaca or Berkeley a break, even if there may not be a lot of them. But they are there, just like like there are a lot of us up here in Massachusetts, hard as that may be for many Freepers to believe.
I always said I would never surrender and leave. I always said that I would stay and fight for what is a beautiful area, not willingly give it up.
This is my home. I cannot leave. If it were up to me, I would leave this state right now and never return, but it isn’t up to me. My wife does not view things this way, and she will never leave, and I love my wife, so I am sticking it out here. This is my lot in life.
But, just once (before my ideological foundation crumbled in the last several days as Brown voted on DADT, START, etc) I had a straw I could grasp at. Just one straw.
And it turned out to be just that. A straw. The last one.
So, yes. If it makes you and other Freepers feel better, yes, I was wrong. Do I have regrets? Yes. Do I wish I had voted for Coakley? Yes. I do.
All of you who don’t have to live up here cannot understand why I would write that last paragraph, mean every word of it even though it is a damned knife right in my chest as I say it, and you cannot begin to plumb the depths of my political anger, anguish, disillusionment and despair.