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I dreaded today and had finally resigned myself to sitting this one out. I supported Edwards throughout the campaign and felt sick about how I would vote tonight. I wouldn't have even gone if it weren't for my wife and kids saying they wanted to go. I got in line and waited about half an hour with my 5 year old daughter (my wife had our 4 year old daughter in line with her).
Emma is just starting to read and is somewhat aware of the news, and apparently based on some commercial or snippet of a debate she'd seen or a conversation between my wife and I, lamented John Edwards not being one of the choices. She asked who I would vote for and I grinned a little. "John Edwards?" she asked with a large smile. I told her I couldn't discuss it right now. We went to the voting enclosure and I showed her the ballot. She identified John Edwards name on the ballot and I bubbled in the space next to it. She beamed and in a voice a little louder than a whisper, exclaimed, "I knew it!"
I then told her, "vote your heart in the primary, vote your head in the general." So I voted my heart, right or wrong. It's my vote and I used it the way I had imagined I'd use it for months now.
Come November, I'll be voting for the candidate with a "D" next to his or her name. No ifs, ands or buts about it, no matter how sick I feel about who that person is, even if it's a yellow dog. I choose the Democratic Party this fall. After this moment, I am in the same boat as all of you who have cast your ballot in a Democratic primary. I will not fight with anyone in my boat; we will sail it to victory instead.
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