"Down Like the Economy"....

Watching election returns with my cell phone and cat pants.  Yes, I have cat pants.

Disappointment is an understatement this morning.  For a political junky like myself, waking up the day after an election that did not go the way I wished, there is no picking up and getting on with life within the first 24 hours.  So today, I will drown myself in like minded viewpoints, rant to Kevin about the craziness of it all, and probably go to bed jealous of those people who care more about bunnies and puppies than politics.  If only for one day I could be blissful and only care about puppies.  That would be nice.

Since that's not possible (and I'm not really a dog lover), I will have to stick to what I know.  And what I know is that last night made me sad.  It made me sad not because I hate women (being one myself), not because I want to see the rich man prosper and the poor man fall, not because I'm a cold hearted Republican who cares nothing for the least of those among us.

Precisely, just the opposite.  I was saddened because, in my opinion, women chose a caricature of themselves over God's given design for them.  They chose to believe a marketing machine who told them their sexual role in society trumps their intellect and unique life giving abilities.  This machine told Americans that wealth is better gained through a central Government, and poverty is solved through handouts rather than missions.   And most of all, I am beyond depressed because the successful campaign who promoted the "little guy," is also the campaign that has, and will, continue to stomp on Life itself.  A President who wouldn't want his daughters "Punished with a baby" is not standing up for the least of these.

But the votes have been tallied, the players have gone home, and thank goodness, I may have cats on my pants, but I still don't have puppies in my house.  Instead, I will put Faith in my God and train up my kids.  Because if I'm going to have any influence to combating the wave of change that is America at the moment, my best shot is my current bus load of kids.   Nothing says, Take America Back, like eight Republican Mitchell eyes staring you in the face.

So move Forward, Republicans.  Just go slowly, and don't forget to take along a friend.  We are definitely going to need more votes next time around.