On Promises and Hope

So here we are. Tomorrow we will choose our next president. We will, undoubtedly, see the peaceful transfer of power. So easy to say, so unusual in a world where politics are so often drenched in blood. Americans, I fear, have little idea of the splendor inherent in this peaceful transfer. I wish they did.

We have as candidates an old warhorse who has proven his valor, his loyalty, his willingness to cross the aisle in the Senate, and so much more. His opponent is a young, inexperienced , brilliant orator who has mesmerized the country with his promise, a transcendental promise, of a new country, better than the one we have.

I have found it very difficult to decide on my candidate this time. I have moved from one to the other, my emotions constantly swaying my view. I thrill to the idea of the transformation Obama offers, the ending of race as a factor of any note. I have listened carefully to all the arguments and promises and have decided.

My vote is for McCain because what I see is what I get. Obama remains opaque, unwilling to provide the information I need to know about who he is, what he truly believes in, and what he really will do in office. His closed records invite my suspicions. Secrecy is always suspect.

If Senator Obama wins tomorrow I will accept the win, but I will be watching. He has not won my trust and has not ended my suspicions. I do so hope they are groundless.