Be a Follower, Don’t Vote! but don’t complain either…

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Be a Follower, Don’t Vote!  but don’t complain either…

This is not a literary piece. It’s personal. Cover your ears and hide your eyes if you don’t want to know my opinion.

I need to rant on those Americans who don’t vote, but have the nerve to bitch and complain about the state our country is in. How dare you!  If you don’t take the opportunity to vote – you are throwing away your right to complain, because you do nothing to help fix the problem. Instead, you are part of the problem the rest of us are trying to fix.

  • This right, you were given by Veterans who defended to protect your right to vote. Many died or suffer injury for the rest of their lives. Use the gift they left for you, don’t let it be in vain!
  • Citizens in other countries are dying in civil wars to have the same rights as you. Don’t be a “spoiled-entitled” American. Use your right to vote!
  • Women – many went before you and fought so that you could vote. It took women suffragists over 70 years to win women the right to vote in the United States. They endured countless bouts of torture and humiliation so women could be a voice in this country. It is that important. Use your voice, we truly need to hear you… Vote!
  • Please educate yourself and vote. Don’t be a follower. Corporations have paid billions to sway the vote from ignorant voters. Vote!

Regardless of your political affiliation, your vote matters. Use it!  (Or don’t. That’s your right too, but don’t bitch!)

Ok, I’m done ranting. I need to go vote now…

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About Aubry MacMillan

Statement of Confession: I’m an out-and-out Carb Addict (I see no problem with fudge brownies for breakfast) and coffeeholic (to wash down the fudge brownie when it sticks to my teeth). I love crunching the ice in my tea (two things never to tell my dentist) and reading a good book (or two or three - as many as my nightstand can withstand). I’m head-over-heals-married to every woman’s (and some men’s ) dream come true. I have a multitude of children (no joke! We are “Yours, Mine, Ours, and Everyone Else’s” ) and I love them each beyond their comprehension - even though they’ll drive me to an early grave when they fight over who is NOT going to care for me in my last days… yeah, I still love them. I am an observer to the human plight (what the hell are we thinkin’?!) and compassionate lover of those who cannot defend themselves from our plight. I am a writer with the soul of those who came before me and opened the doors for me to be whomever I want. (I’m to be continued… … …)

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