Convince Me

Unless John McCain rips off his head, revealing a one-eyed alien beneath that supports abortions for some and little American flags for everyone else, there's no way in the world I'll be voting for Obama. Even then, I'll probably vote for Bob Barr.

But I am prepared to accept Obama as my president. Unlike what so many on the left have done for the last eight years, I'll do my best support this country's president, if not so much for the man, then the office.

To do so, though, requires that I be made comfortable with some of the things he and his campaign have up their collective sleeves. In particular, the combination of these things have left me with a very uneasy feeling as of late. Yes, I do believe there's something frighteningly similar to mid-1930s Germany about it all. No, I don't believe that Obama and his supporters are planning on rounding up Jews, gypsies and the general opposition and send them off to camps, but there really is something about this cult of personality that sends chills up my spine.

So I ask of my readers on the left: convince me that there's nothing to worry about. Demonstrate that it won't go there. Reach across the aisle and help me see your side of things. Because right now I'm having a hard time doing it, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to see what you've got.