My assessment of who “undecideds” are is a bit different than the “bunch of morons” that the media has tried to paint them to be. And, we need to see them with more respect and understanding.
From my experience in growing up around and working around regular suburban people raised in the memory of what their Republican elders WERE, I see these folk as the ones tortured with a sea-change of a choice before them. They’re people who are still fighting internally, not quite been able to morally and logically come to terms with separating what was with what has become; Whether they habitually vote Republican while it obviously places them in the company of racists who think women are breeder kitchen bitches is something they’re struggling with. As women. As regular people.
They’re struggling with the their loyalty to the super rich they fantacize they’ll of course become or marry into — Snow White and the Handsome prince-style. Do they really deserve it all? Isn’t that making it less likely I’ll ever scale that wall?
It’s hard to admit that you’re living off of table scraps thrown at you from the adult table and that “trickle down” from the balconies is them peeing on you.
They’re undecided, not dumb. You have no idea the struggle when you’re faced with voting Democratic for the first time after a life where all those you’re told you should respect have taught you that Dems are some San Francisco hippies and the “righteous” vote Reagan or die. They know it’s what they SHOULD do when they get to the ballot box in November — for themselves, their families, and their country. But these souls are just undecided as to whether or not they can cross that line and never look back. Because that’s what it’s like.Or, maybe they voted Democratic for the first time in 2008. They did it once before, but for the past four years, they’ve been shamed by the most bigoted and bullying around them for having voted for the Black man. The Kenyan? The Socialist? Really? The Moist Communist? The ignorance, screamed loud enough is equal to the lie repeated often enough. They are surreality force-fed to those considered by them to be weak. Kitchen bitches and “faggots.”You have no idea how hard it is to live amongst wolves and not get fleas. Even in the burbs. The pressure to conform to this bullying authoritarian norm is something else, and these are the people we should all have the most open and warm embraces ready for them.