Not to pull the Trump card, but...

The 2016 election process has come to some pretty pathetic standstills. And I'm seeing a lot of splitting up going on within parties and such. To say the least, america is anything but united as far as this election goes. And that I can partially understand, it's looking like it's going to be down to either Trump vs. Hillary. and like, two schmucks from two rich entitled, families are about to be battling it out, to be the leader and face of our free world.

I will now give a small background on my past and what I was raised believing. I am a 19 year old Christian boy, I was home schooled, and I was raised as a conservative. My family was always so politically involved, and I loved growing up in a home that cares so much for the future of America.

This is my first presidential election that I am voting it. I just now have the ability to vote and voice my opinion, and I love it. Watching the primaries when you have a vote in the game is way more intense and honestly stressful; a good stress though. 

Someone that I look up to, and I see almost as a secondary mother in my life, said this the other day. 

"...My spirit is in havoc just thinking about it. Maybe I will crack under the pressure in the voting booth but right now I cannot escape the fact that I will have to answer to God and my children for the person I vote for in November."

I've seen this pattern a lot though. And I have one question to ask back, is "And how to you answer to God and your children, when Hillary Clinton is elected as president?" It's a certain mindset of "Man, I don't agree with this politician 100% of the way, so I'm just going to set up a lawn chair and say that I did my best. And then cry as a worse of two evils brings out country further into this downwards slope." 

I'm going to call you all out on the fact that you are now sitting on the bench with someone who you were really pissed off at last election, for not voting for Romney because picking the better of two evils is the obvious choice, when given it. 

The only reason we are sitting here with Trump as our only option is because of people who decided not to vote for Romney in the last election. I don't usually like to live life in the past. But how many times are we going to choose the worse of two evils until this country IS falling apart. How many times are we going to pick the worse of two evils until our country, that you, your kids, and your kids kids will call home, is a sinners playground? Think about it. It's already bad enough. And not voting isn't going to make the problems go away. Not voting is just crying uncle, cause you don't have the backbone to pick a worse of the two evils, because you yourself have sinned in similar ways than both Hillary and Trump. I would normally say "We can't judge somebody because they sin differently than we do." but I've lied and I've had my perverse thoughts as well. 

It's honestly disappointing, I finally have a right to vote. And I knew that America wasn't united...but I at least thought that we, as a family were. And If you truly are trying to send a message to the world of politics, than lets actually get off our butts and start educating people on this stuff, instead of sitting back and watching the place you call home go into flames. There is literally a gif...

I don't really have much else to say. Can I convince you that Trump is trustworthy? No, but at least he wants to make America great "again" which gives me way more hope for my future, and my kids future, than a "progressive" change that has been splitting up America since 2008. 

I would also love for like, me to die someday, and Jesus is giving me my Performance Review, and he's like "Oh, but you voted for trump in 2016...you've done some bad things, but this is just the worst of them all." And then Jesus sends you to hell, because you voted for Trump, not like, cause you stole some cookies, or lied to your parents. I'm just saying... 

My name is Jonathan, and I belong to him. 

When death is crowned part one: When darkness calls, do you answer?

Birds chirping in the morning sunrise, waking nature of its timid rest, the breezes blowing through the fields of grass as though it was some sort of a ballet. As the leaves moved back and forth brushing against one another making for a beautiful noise. This was the beginning of a day Heather would never forget. This was the beginning of her end.

Heather’s doorbell rang. She was still in bed. Hadn't had her coffee yet. “Go away!” she said in a mumble, still half asleep. She thought that maybe if she waited it out, that whoever was at her door at this ungodly hour would take a hike…off a cliff.  She decided to brave it out and answer. She got out of bed and put a faded pink robe on. Heather peered through her eyes, still adjusting to the light, looking and gaining her bearings around her room.  She made her way to the door, felt for the old wiggly doorknob, and slowing opened her white scratched up door, obvious sign that she has a cat or two. 

She panned her way down her short, leaf green, sponge painted hallway. Took her first step…*Crick*…Her floor was rather old, well, a lot old for that matter.  She could see down the hallway, she thought this was enough progress for the day, she could probably go back to bed now, She smirked. Took one step down the hallway when the door she was looking at opened up. Stunned, she couldn’t do anything be stand there.

Two men in dark jeans, black shirts with black pea coats rushed in. They were tall, darker skinned, a little bit of scruff with nice haircuts, they were handsome. She was still stunned. One looked at her and burst out in a low strung voice

“Are you Heather Brown?”

She answered hesitantly “Heather Brown, yes”

The other spoke up in a higher voice, “We are here to kidnap you”

Oh, that’s great. Wake up on her first day off from her Job at a diner in two weeks, and she is already getting kidnapped. Can she not get a break from this madness? They were standing there stupidly, jaws dropped. She wondered if she forgot to do her hair, she did, that explains a lot.  They both pulled out guns, and pointed. She wasn’t sure whether to cry, panic, keep it cool, or just play dead, they probably wouldn’t buy that last one. She spoke up, words were coming out like a flock of doves…a flock of rabid doves that she didn’t mean to let out.

“You were told to come here and kidnap me, why? Am I of any value? Who told you to? One of my ex-boyfriends? Why were you sent to kidnap me? Cause I’m a ninja, and I’m not afraid to hurt you. If you guys walk out right now, I won’t hurt you at all” This was all lies, and they knew it.

The higher pitched voice spoke “Any ninja who was in a situation like this would’ve already beaten us”

Is he serious?

“We know from experience” said the lower voiced one.

“Shhh! You are such an idiot! Why would you say something like that! Now she knows!”

They started bickering, this was a goodtime to pack my bags and put my makeup on. She slowly tip toed into her room and closed the door a smidge. Running to a pile of shoes, she grabbed a pair and threw them out the window. With one swift movement she climbed through the same window, landed on her porch, and grabbed her shoes. Taking off in a quiet jog across her open yard, into the grass field surrounded by towering trees, she had no idea what she was getting into.

Pondering once...

Ever thought that maybe what the founding fathers meant, was for us to be equally free? Instead of trying to make equality and freedom be two different things? Just a thought.