My family spent its first few years with a father in the U.S. military, a job that we knew required his life if necessary. As such, we spent many days celebrating the magnificence of this country with air shows, parades, fireworks, and barbecues. The country seemed to be a reflection of our family; we each did our part to help improve this basic unit — we had our rough spots, but we stuck through it and continued to work.
Now I am in college, on my own and free to make decisions independent of my family. At the age of 18 I received my country’s golden ticket, a ticket certifying me as a true American, I was now able to vote … now, who to vote for? I went to the ballot boxes once or twice before and have come to a new resolution. I am not going to vote.
Yes, I know millions have died to defend this freedom of democracy but these millions did not die to defend this current flawed system. I have no doubt that any one of our founding fathers would be ashamed to see what our country’s leaders have become. No longer is a politician held in high regard. No longer is the role of a senator, congressman or president honorable. Our government is a joke, or at least the punch line to a joke, one that was never really funny and that I am tired of hearing.
My major forces me to ask questions about what I experience and so I asked myself how I formed such an opinion. I hardly watch any television but anytime I do, all I hear is a critical analysis of what each candidate did that day. Perhaps if the ludicrousness of the press was consistent we could be told what the candidate ate that morning for breakfast. Now that would be pivotal. It would fit right in with all the other useless garbage the biased media decides is important for us to know. I can’t trust any politician because of the menial choices they made. Everywhere I look, my belief in any of the potential political figures is countered by another outlet. If I can’t trust someone, I cannot vote for them — any of them.