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Patriotic?

 I get initiated into the Elks Club on Tuesday, November 5th.  

Election Day.

I will be voting before that.  I have zero desire to stand in long lines which I hope will not exist now that we can vote early.  But I'm still doing it early.

My boss just came back from doing it and I asked him about it.  I didn't even know I COULD vote early.  

I already know I'm going in to work late on Wednesday because I WILL be staying awake for as long as it takes to know what kind of shitshow will be performing on Wednesday, November 6th.


To join the Elks you have to believe in God (whatever that is to you) and be patriotic.  I had to really think about both of these requirements before I joined.  I'm not going to say I'm something I'm not.  Ever.  

Do I believe in God?  Yes, but not the organized and bastardized versions.  Not the patriarch's God.  Not the God of materialism and war.  I've always deeply understood what I DID NOT believe God is.  I've thought a lot about God in general.  Usually when I'm suffering, or when I feel like life isn't fair or"if there was a God, how could "he" allow this" moments. Or when I'm frightened, just like all the other foxhole believers.  In other words, when I need to believe.  

That counts.  

Am I patriotic?  yes.  I love my country.  I respect anyone who has ever served it.  I respect the rights and freedoms that I have today are due to those who served.  Those who lost their lives of course but also those who COULD have just by serving.  It upsets me when our vets won't take credit because they didn't die.  They COULD have.  And they knew it going in.  

Our politicians..........I have no use for.  All of them are clowns in a circus that the monkeys appear to be running.... Throwing shit at everything hoping it will stick and when it doesn't, blaming everyone but themselves.  This current election will have violent outcomes regardless of who wins.  The world has changed.  This country has changed.

And we tend to repeat our mistakes without learning from them. 

We really are just toddlers still, in the big picture of the worlds history.  Maybe that's why I picture our presidential candidates in diapers crying.  They only want whats good for  them.  Not us.  Make no mistake.

So yes, I can honestly say that I believe in God and I am patriotic.  It's not a lie.  It's not a cookie-cutter version either.  I don't talk about religion or politics unless I know someone very well and respect their thoughts.  Otherwise I feel like both should be kept private.  I'm only writing this now because of the coincidence of joining a club that requires both on election day of all days.

A sign. 



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