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  • A friend showed me a political map of the United States today, showing the current polling data for the upcoming presidential election. "The south is always red, which looks like a big area, but is actually not home to as many people as you'd think. Romney will take just about all these states, and Obama will take most of the north eastern states. That's just how it works."

    Red and blue with shades in between, that's what we are shown. A country where colors do not blend as they do on an artist's pallet.

    I'm now told the same thing about my state, Wisconsin. Traditionally a purple state, a rare example of a fairly united electorate known for balance and bipartisan progressive legislation, Wisconsin is in the middle of a bitter recall election against Scott Walker. The recall is everywhere, involves nearly everyone, with both sides promising that the outcome is make or break. Red and blue swarms pushing and squirming to cover more of the state than the competitor.

    Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue.

    Blue nymphs sing to me, "Tom Barrett will make your life better, end this battle, and bring prosperity to home."

    Red nymphs sing to me, "Scott Walker will make your life better, end this battle, and bring prosperity to home."

    The television reminds me of the tax rate. The radio warns me of the lies that surround me. Bold names and tall weeds cover yard signs haphazardly strewn around my neighborhood. Everywhere and always, I am told that my future depends on a single person running the capitol, that beautiful house of Wisconsin that I have coffee on the steps of. Will it crumble down on me if I stamp my ballot incorrectly?

    What's more, people that do not live in our city, do not fish in our lakes, and do not fly kites in our summer air are telling me that they know better than I do.

    Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue.

    Police lights flash around the capitol, "You can stand here, you can not stand there."

    Police lights flash around the capitol, "Thank you for your vote."

    Why must I stand with a man that I know nothing about? Why can't I stand up for myself, my friends, telling you that I truly believe in more than one color? Will the blue and red lights come for me if I don't choose blue or red?

    What will happen to me on June 5th?

    I close my eyes and see purple spots from looking at ambitions as bright as the sun all day long.
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