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Debate Dichotomy

Gary Johnson is not allowed to participate in the debate tonight. I honestly think that both parties are afraid of his political allure.

I don’t think the debates between Obama and Romney are that important. It’ll be the same ol’ same old crap we’ve been hearing over and over from both of them.

However, if Gary Johnson were included, then the debates would matter. Different ideas would be heard. Discourse might actually happen in this country.

We need to change the dialogue. The media gatekeepers perpetuate this stale rhetoric. Our ears are tired of being filled with the load of nothingness. Too many of us have turned our backs. Too many of us have said that there is nothing we can do.

This is simply not true. We can do something. The Constitution gives us the right of peaceful assembly. In this digital age, assembly may need to take place on the internet.

Open a dialogue in which everyone can participate. It is time we no longer feel powerless. Our votes do count. We just need to touch the screen for the person best for the job.

We cannot choose that person wisely if persons vying for the candidacy are ignored. The dichotomy mindset needs to be challenged. Nothing in life is just either or. Why is our choice for President?
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