Put Sunday naps on the ballot.
I vote for smiles. Something about this year, I don’t see ‘em like I used to see ‘em. I’ll even vote twice if it means we get sincere smiles.
I’m all for peacemakers. There’s a reason they got mentioned in the Sermon On The Mount. It takes a year like this one to make us appreciate the trait.
I vote no to politicians, and yes to statesmen. One needs a job title, the other needs a cause, and boy do we have some causes…
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Won In A Landslide
I vote dog over cat. The wag of a dog’s tail is as charming as the laughter of a child.
Dress slacks have no chance running against old blue jeans.
Nobody votes against Young Love, but even it knows its place, settling for Vice President when Old Proven Love is on the ticket.
A youngster with a clean background deserves a look, but I’d always vote for someone gray haired by the bad licks of hard times, who ascend from bottoms with toughness, grace, confidence and humility. I don’t want to wear your shoes, but you’ve earned the right to scout the trail, and be the first footsteps on the path.
I vote Yes to the questioners; you annoy the hell out of us, but there are no answers when nobody is questioning, and no improvement…
I vote for old good memories, even if they make us reach for tissue. Those who don’t cry think crying is a loss; those who do cry think crying is a gain. Having done both, I vote wet, in moderation.
Put me down for paid off. A credit card, a car, a mortgage: no baking bread can compare to the aroma of a zero balance smell.
I vote for finding your place in this big world. Whether acres or lots, what really matters is finding elbow room to be the all-you He intended.
I’m in favor of the Love Amendment. There are nations in the world where people only smile at friends and family, while here we declare love for everything from morning coffee to firm mattresses. I vote Yes to saying it less, but feeling it true.
Yes to sunrises, mockingbirds, and first cup of coffee.
Yes to sundown, when God lets little angels play with His crayons.
Yes to old songs that still matter. Yes to new insights that connect old dots.
I vote Yes to confidence, the full, right, round kind, the kind you get after life shows you what you are and what you aren’t, and you learn that humility is the foundation for true confidence.
Yes to home. (Wasn’t three words enough?)
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All The People Want
I vote Yes, to grandmother recipes, her handwriting, some unidentifiable stains on the paper, either butter, sauce or good intentions.
Vote Yes to old people with the same phone number from when you were a kid.
Yes to Going Back and still seeing your old landmarks. Yes to Going Back and seeing your change.
I’m in favor of excellence. Good comes easy, and average just comes, but excellence requires our all. You can still misplace your phone and keys, and leave the store with everything but the thing you went in to buy, and still be glorious, because in one area of your life, you’re chasing excellence.
On the other hand, Yes to our imperfections. If they all went away tonight we wouldn’t know who we were tomorrow.
All the people want is fairness. “A man’s gift maketh room for him, and bringeth him before great men.” That’s Solomon talking. It’s not our business to question why or how talents get distributed among us, but it’s in our best interest to allow everyone to fill their mold to its all, no matter the start, no matter the social station.
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Voting For The Common Man
Yes too speling write. Yes too speling rong but speeking truthe.
I vote Yes, to old dogs, and children, and watermelon wine…and people who compose lyrics like, “wake me up early, be good to my dogs, and teach my children to pray.”
I don’t mind the tweaks, but I vote No for fixing what ain’t broke.
I vote No to tearing the other side down. If you can’t sell yourself to us with your positives then we don’t want you representing us with your negatives.
I vote No on PAC’s. Who are you, where does the money come from, and what do you gain by herding us into a corral of your choosing? I don’t respect sneaky. Put your John Henry on the sign and show your cards.
I vote Yes to just turning it all off long enough to get their attention. If it’s really news, it’ll hold; if it’s not, then yeah for being spared. We’re being played, by a bad orchestra, but they only make money if we let them into our homes and heads. Let them toot their kazoos to an empty auditorium and hear how that sounds.
I’m in favor of perspective. 2016 has been a complicated year, with a stink about it. Having lived through better aromas, and worse, I think I’ll just be grateful for having a nose, and faith that the breeze will turn.
I vote for simplicity. I don’t need outside help to tell me what Good and Bad is. I know I’ll do a little of one and a lot of another, and having nobody in my conscience but Him helps the Good win more than it loses.
Yes to the gift of life. To have ever been, to still be, that is no small thing. Who are we, to merit these moments? I vote for gratitude.
And I vote Yes for America. You look like an old woman with the bloom off the rose, but you’d clean up nice if your 300 million children would just make a little effort to get along.
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