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Palin Power

I know, I know . . . the whole country seems to be "a buzz" with this topic. I guess I am just one of the crowd.

I guess, too, I am somewhat of a political junkie. Ever since my husband and I bought a house, my husband has read up on local, state and national politics (so, really, he has pulled me in). We have volunteered for numerous campaigns and my husband even worked for a senatorial campaign. We were not too excited about this presidential election. We really liked Ron Paul, but once McCain won the nomination, we resigned to being inactive with this election, although we planned on voting for him because there is no way we wanted Obama in the White house.

This changed when McCain picked Palin as his running mate. My thought still is, "Boy, that was smart. He now has picked up fans of the ticket, where he only had passive voters before. It worked." I really like Palin for many reasons. I like her toughness, her strong beliefs, her stance on abortion (and her uncompromising stance on it even when she has shared it with the press), and her track record as the Alaskan Governor. Plus, I like her because she is like me, a mom. She wears her baby in a sling to meetings. And you can tell, she genuinely loves her husband and family.

Last night, her speech was amazing. I was like a giddy child waiting for her to start. I could not wait to see her family too. The speech was well written and well presented. After the speech was over, it was so nice to see her face light up when her family came on stage and to see Palin take her baby and kiss him and say "That's my baby." I know I could not do what she does. I could not leave my children so much to work. And I thank God, that is not my call. But, I thank God that HE has given her the strength and the family the courage to do it.

So, I am a Palin supporter . . .

But a strange thing has happened too. I have never really like McCain's politics, but I must admit, I deeply respect him. I respect that he chose to serve our country in the armed services. I respect him for his bravery in Vietnam and as a POW. For that alone, he is more fit to be the president than Obama.

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