Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

My greatest fear right now is that there are enough Americans who would rather watch hell freeze over than elect a black man to keep Obama from winning. I know they are there. They probably know enough to keep quiet, but in the solitude of the voting booth, people do what they want. That’s what makes this country great, but it’s also terrifying. With freedom comes great responsibility and great risk as well.

McCain could have chosen qualified black Republicans to be on his ticket (Condaleeza Rice? Colin Powell?), but his decisions have been chosen to reach victory. The sad thing is that McCain was fighting to win over the people who accused him of being a moderate. In doing so, he’s chosen an extremist, and an unqualified one at that. McCain isn’t a healthy man, and he’s not young. President Palin is a very real possibility. I can’t shake this feeling of impending doom I’ve had ever since he picked her. We don’t know who will win this election (no matter what polls say). And even the possibility of President Palin makes me want to run for the hills, move to Canada, move to England, etc.

Thinking about this sort of thing has lead me to articles like these:

• POW Aftereffects in McCain Unlikely:
  Research Shows Past Trauma Probably Won’t Affect Candidate’s Life Span
• Sarah Palin: 40% Chance to Take Over as President // McCain Has Only 80% Odds of Living Out A Presidency

That I’m even looking this up is a problem for me. I’m trying to wrap my mortal mind around this hugely risky decision made ONLY TO GET VOTES. A risky decision that will affect my life, my future child’s life, my family, my world.