As an outsider to your electoral process, there have been many things that have mystified me. The fact that the process is 2 years long, the reliance on notoriously mischievous technology to tally votes, and that the political process is even more vitriolic and divided than it is up here. This blog entry is more of a chance for me to express a random collection of thoughts, so please forgive me if it appears sloppy.
When Bill Clinton became president, I was about 6 or 7 years old. I do not remember much about his first term. What I do remember is a trip to the states my family took with relatives of mine that came from both the UK and India. We visited New York City, Orlando, and Miami. I remember visiting the Empire State Building and the United Nations. Despite feeling that I had left the familiarity of home, this was another place I could see as home. It was America: faithful neighbour and envy of the world and leader to all those who aspired to be free. It was special.
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