Journey of a disenfranchised undecided voter

For all those who like my writing, I apologize for not being much of a blogger with my last 2 (inclding this one) about the oft-repeated and much-ballyhooed elections. I do not enjoy the suffrage enjoyed by my American friends...I only carry the burden of an immigrant's suffering - social security, taxes and fox news. I must also admit for the past few months, I have been playing the part of an "undecided voter". It was a thought experiment at first, rather difficult one in the beginning because I could not get myself to think on McCain's behalf. However, as Obama's campaign became mainstream and his supporters became rabid fanboys, I started getting more neutral. I don't know why - maybe because I unconsciously root for the underdog, maybe because as an immigrant I am ideologically democrat but fiscally republican (I don't want to pay more taxes:)) or maybe because I just got tired of reading all the pro-democratic hype on digg. Suddenly, something in my brain switched on and I could no longer discern any difference between McCain's promises and Obama's rhetoric. They say there's a thin line between love and hate. Suddenly, Katie Couric's attempt to embarrass Palin made my blood boil more than McCain's negative campaigning. Was I beginning to think like Joe Six-Pack? Is this how the Middle Americans think? I don't know but I can tell you one thing for sure - this election is really not about "big things" - taxes, foreign policy, economy...this election is about "faith". McCain is a war veteran, someone who showed courage under fire...someone who has consistently shown fair and balanced judgement...a good human being whose life should not be rewritten because he ran against Obama. However, in this election you are not voting for a good person but for the best one who can change the world. Change for a country which has become morally bankrupt from mismanagement of previous regimes and desperately needs to believe again. I did not think just one person could change the world till I ran into fake Obama at Halloween. Even though this was just a white guy covered in black paint, it made me realize why I embarked on this undecided voter journey in the first place. Hate is addictive but luckily so is love. It was really hard to take that "leap of faith" knowing that the stakes were so high - world peace or new world order. Talking to fake Obama helped me imagine the world ex-post the elections..not necessarily a world with peace, milk n honey but a world where you could look up to the man running the country for honesty and empathy...to remind us that these emotions mean a lot in a world besieged by war and greed. I am planning to go out and cast my disenfranchised vote for Obama...go and exercise your franchise!