300 Apolitical Words on the Election

Donald Trump is a disaster. He's a thin-skinned, egomaniacal bag of hateful wind who capitalizes on people's fears and anxieties. No matter your political leanings, he is the wrong choice for any elected office in the United States, including hall monitor at your local high school. Frankly, I wouldn't trust him to walk my dog or separate my recyclables.

Hey! The headline said this post was apolitical. That means non-political, dummy. Those 60 words are full of political opinion. 

Yes, that's true. I could argue, of course, that this election goes far beyond politics. I could argue that Trump is such a steaming pile of baby diapers that those 60 words were more about good vs. evil than anything else. Instead, I'll just say that the 300 apolitical words on the election start ... right ... Trump sucks! ... now:

Annabelle and Aurora have no clue that one of the most important presidential elections of my (and probably your) lifetime happens in just a few weeks. They don't know who Donald Trump is. They don't know who Hillary Clinton is. They sure as heck don't know who Gary Johnson is. (This is particularly true for Aurora, who, at seven months, doesn't know much of anything yet. She's especially ignorant about third-party presidential candidates.)

They don't know and they don't care.

But I do. As you can clearly see from my first paragraph (which I won't repeat in any way for the rest of the post), I have opinions about the race. Most people do. But this race and this hopeful outcome means more than just who will sit in the Oval Office.

It means hope and opportunity -- for every little girl.

I'm sure you've heard this line of thinking before. I'm not breaking new ground here. But it's pretty amazing when you stop and think about it. Not even 100 years ago, women couldn't vote. Now, one is poised to become the most powerful person in the world. It's groundbreaking, ceiling-shattering, and, well, just great.

Women can do (and have done) almost anything men can do. Go to space? Check. Take out the garbage? Check. Be the sole breadwinner in a family? Check. Play professional basketball? Check. Be President of the United States? Not yet.

Rah, rah, feminism. Blah, blah, you're just saying this because you have two daughters instead of two sons. 

Absolutely not. I'd feel just as strongly if I had boys, dogs, or cats. (Note: I hate cats.) When I see that electoral map under Annabelle's paint brush in the photo above, it gives me hope that someday she'll be looking at a TV screen filled with blue and red with her name on the ballot. Is that likely? Of course not. Is it possible? Check.

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