No, You Won't Get My Vote

The year Ken and I were married was a presidential election. We voted for the first -- and last -- time as a couple. We were horrified that some 67 million Americans could indeed be so stupid and put George Bush back into office. Moreover, we were ticked off about the health care insurance racket, and we decided to de-register ourselves from the voting lists.

We've never regretted it.

Since 2004, everything got worse. Hurricane Katrina was proof that the leaders in Washington had once again failed to protect its citizens big time. (We couldn't help but wonder if Bush would have had a second term had Katrina hit in August 2004.) The unwinnable wars in Afghanistan and Iraq were continuing with no end in site. The economy was not improving and the housing market was beginning to slump. In September 2007, the financial markets collapsed. We never bought into Barack Obama's campaign promises of hope and change. The only thing that improved was that we were receiving less junk mail because we were not registered voters.

Still, in the past seven years, we've received many calls from both parties from human beings and robots asking us to support their candidates. When pigs fly, maybe! We feel more strongly than ever that the damage done to our trust is irrevocable. So, no, Mr. or Ms. Politician, you will not get our vote -- ever.