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Turned my ballot in, along with my mother's, here in WA. It feels like a major turning point, a culmination of a lot of history.
My mother's mother was a terrible woman, a bigot of the worst kind. I loathed her, and my rejection of her cost me a fortune - literally. I have sometimes wondered if I was right. Had I kissed her ass and ignored her attitudes, I could have inherited a lot of money, money that I could have used in support of causes that would have had her spinning in her grave like a top. But...I just couldn't do it. And shortly before grandma's death, my mother finally found the courage to tell her off as well.
So...here we are, with a black man about to become President. And we got to vote for him. Putting those ballots in the box felt like finally putting people like my grandmother behind us forever. I know...one shouldn't speak ill of the dead. To that I say: if they wanted people to speak well of them, they should have been good people when they were alive.
So F.U. Grandma! We are about to elect a black President, and everyone with attitudes like yours can kiss my liberal ass!
Maybe this seems like a pretty mean, petty sentiment to be feeling right now, but I don't care. I feel like giving the finger to every stupid, hate-filled jackass that has been holding this country back for hundreds of years. YOUR TIME IS ENDING! HALLELUIAH!
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