When I was a freshman in college I climbed into my baby blue Cougar XR-7 with a close friend and we caravaned with about 3 other cars to Key West Florida for spring break. We took turns driving and when it was my friend's turn to drive I fell asleep for a few hours. When she woke me up we were on a dark highway in the middle of no where and she told me she we were about to run out of gas and she hadn't seen any gas stations for miles and miles. "Where is everyone else?" I asked. "I don't know," she replied, "They took off and I couldn't keep up with them."
A few minutes later we did indeed run out of gas and pulled over on this lonely highway. I was angry at myself for going to sleep. I was angry at her for not paying attention to how much gas we had left. But most of all I was scared. Even as naive as I was at the time to the ugliness of this world, I knew that two young girls stuck on a dark highway in the middle of the night was a bad place to be. No gun and no cell phones then. Nothing. There were no houses or businesses within sight. We had no choice but to sit there. We locked the doors and the icy fingers of fear played at the back of my neck.
Soon a nice man stopped and offered to drive to get us some gas. I handed him money through the window I had rolled down slightly knowing I might never see the money or the guy again, but what choice did I have? An hour later he returned and put the gas in and we thanked him profusely.
I tell this story because when I think of this election, I feel kind of the same way I did back then sitting in that car and feeling fear. Because I know, especially with the wisdom of years behind me now, how very wrong that night could have gone. I know how easy, and just as likely, it would have been for someone not so nice to have stopped.
I fear for our country. I fear that we may elect Obama, the man who taps on the window and smiles and seems so harmless, but in the end hurts us. I fear he will hurt our country in ways that can't be measured. I don't mean that Obama is a bad person. I am speaking metaphorically. I mean that the socialistic things he wants to achieve and his misunderstanding of the war on terror will make us so much less of a country and hurt us for generations to come.
He is the dangerous one.
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