Who Is The Decider?
When my 17-year old son walked in following a soccer practice in the rain, he asked: “Are these the guys who are supposed to be running our country?”
We tried to explain to him: “You have two choices really. Do you believe you should be in charge of your own destiny, your own life? Or do you think one of these two bozos should be deciding for you? If you are the decider, then vote for that one.” We pointed to the screen.
At 17, he doesn’t yet vote. Nor does he really care. But he did shrug his shoulders and say “I guess I’d vote for the guy who doesn’t want to tell me what to do.”