The words are basic with no one wanting to admit just how divided the country is. I expect here, in the heart of a place known for Democratic leaning, to find diehard Hillary supporters. Dracula abruptly makes an exit on broaching Clinton corruption. "You vote for who you want, I'll vote for who I want. Doesn't matter what you say!" Surprisingly touchy he stalks to the edge of street. I'm not surprised.
The ones who remain admit freely they are voting Green Party. They are blatantly honest about their candidate winning. "Then why bother?" My interest is peaked. "Change." Their belief is in finally putting a real third party on the map. One free of the Democrat-Republican bullshit. "That chance ended with Ralph Nader" is my best attempt to explain I see scant hope of a revolution the globalists will never allow.
A young man speaks up from the fringe of our smoky group. "I'm voting Libertarian." He's not a liberal. The Libertarian party is different but the alcohol makes for little explanation and he wanders off in search of a better topic.
The rest slowly drift away until a James Dean clone remains with a man in a hideous fur coat. "You're not from around here." His voice is much softer as though we are the only two still speaking. I haven't lived in the city since graduating from college. These bars are not the places I can be found. He knows the lake I live on. The same eccentric millionaire with a passion for hoarding who receives a cold glance from the surrounding neighborhood. Both of us don't see the problem with a man resembling Santa Clause who turned his back on the business world. "We're different. The two of us. We see it differently." He's brutally honest of his shame to admit he doesn't share his friend's views. Whether this means he supports Trump or refuses to vote completely never emerges. Touchy Dracula returns to forcefully explain they are leaving.
I take their cue to return to the dim bar scene where my friends await. They too are voting Green Party. Amidst their strongly Democratic neighborhood they remain proud voters for a party which will never win. Their vote never wavers. Every year it's always for a party which stands alone from the ones sharply dividing this country's future. Only this election year they are being joined by more than a simple few. I suddenly am seeing signs everywhere this election is different. Millennials don't live by diehard loyalties to a party. Why should they? Neither represents the change they see as imperative for a new future.
Their fervor gives me a glimpse of hope into America's future. This new generation lacks the diehard party stance. For years people have defined themselves by years of being Democrats or Republicans. They are so static in loyalty it blinds them to their candidate's faults. This is what makes me disagree with the James Dean clone. We are not 'different.' All of us feel a drastic change is the only route to saving this country. The old generation of voters and the media (especially the media!) would be smart to recognize fear over a specific political party in the White House is an outdated tool. Candidates are being judged on themselves, sans party. If they are not enough the millennials will choose another route.
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