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Character

As many of you know, I don't belong to any political party. I don't believe we need more ways to divide ourselves, I believe we do enough of that without any additional categories. When I vote in the Primary, I'm given an option of which ballot I'd like to vote on. It keeps me able to vote for the candidate that I most align with, not just on policy, but also on character.

Character is one of the most important things a person possesses. Without it, without character and conviction, we are nothing but a kite with no string, left to mercy of the wind, to float about with no direction or purpose.

Back when I was a hiring manager I always wished that interviews were longer, or more casual instead of the pretend production that they are. We rarely see who we are getting until well into a person's employment.

The campaign trail is nothing more than a job interview, a long one, with debates, media appearances, etc.

Given what the American people saw, what they heard, what they witnessed with their own eyes and hearts, I still sit stunned that the worst option won.

Donald Trump has been in the public eye for a very long time. He has shown us who he is time and time again, but still, some people decided to vote for him. I don't rightly know what that says about the 62 million people that cast their votes for him. Does it make them misogynists? Racists? Unintelligent? Maybe. Does it make them angry? Yeah. They are angry.

Now...I'm angry.

John McCain, a man of character, left this world of pain and suffering to go to a better somewhere.

He and Donald Trump are about as different as can be but some of the same people that voted for this epic disaster in the White House, also voted for John McCain.

Is it that R or D by someone's name that gives them the votes or is it the platform and character of the person? I feel like you run two people with identical beliefs and character and have them be on either sides of the aisle and the votes would be split down the middle.

America needs healing.

The current president shit all over an American hero and people still stand by him. Trump has shown his lack of character time and time again and the very people that claim to want a president that values our service members still support him. It's nonsense. There is no logic there.

I'm rambling at this point. I'm sad that we lost John McCain. I'm sad that we are stuck with Trump. I'm sad that people are so clueless. I'm sad that they don't care.

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