The Official You're My Boy, Blue! Voters Guide Part 4

And then there was one.

This is it. The big one. Potentially the biggest Presidential election of my life so far. The chance to attempt to undo the damage done over the past eight years.

I know who I'm voting for and have for quite some time. Four years to be precise.

I know who I'm voting for - do you?

As someone who very recently went through an extended period of unemployment and now watches several other friends battle to find a decent job or keep their current job, I know who I'm voting for.

As a (relative) newlywed who hopes to someday save enough money to move out of an apartment and into a house - and hopefully not have to profit from someone else not being able to afford their house - I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who hopes to start a family in the near future, a family that will need good health care, strong education, clean air to breathe, clean water to drink, safe streets to walk, I know who I'm voting for.

As a nephew, son, and grandson who recently had to watch an anguished family go through the horrors of the American medical system, only to face a future of financial strain to keep my grandmother in an Assisted Living complex, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who supported the War in Iraq when it started because of lies and half-truths fed to the American people by corrupt and short-sighted politicians and is desperate to see a day when America doesn't have to send their future off to another land to die for oil, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who pays far too much for gas and worries about the irreversible damage we're doing to our own environment every day, surrounded by people apathetic to the same, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who has traveled abroad and seen firsthand the disdain the world now holds America in, who has watched our country's leaders throw away our allies' respect, who has seen our reputation soiled around the globe, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone not afraid of right-wing mudslinging tactics like Jeremiah Wright, Bill Ayres, and an illegal immigrant of an aunt, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who thinks the phrase "redistribution of wealth" doesn't scare me a single bit nor do the cries of "Socialist!", I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who has never felt the fires of hope, of inspiration, of faith stoked by a Presidential candidate before, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who believes we are on the verge of something very special, an era that Americans will someday look back on with amazement and wonder, I know who I'm voting for.

As someone who believes we are less than 24 hours away from one of the greatest moments in our nation's history, I know who I'm voting for.

I know who I'm voting for. I know who you SHOULD BE voting for.

It's time for change. It's time for hope. And it's time to show the masses that "hope" in politics shouldn't be treated like a four-letter word.

Now all that's left is to wait.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day. My fingers are crossed.