Dear fellow Christians: please stop telling me who not to vote for.
I have loved politics my entire adult life (and most of my childhood, actually; when the Nickelodeon network invited kids to participate by phone in a mock poll during the Clinton/Dole election of ’96, I called seven times). I first voted in 2008 (from Afghanistan, no less), but have closely watched every election—including mid-term—since Clinton’s re-election campaign. My father, a liberal firebrand, always recognized the importance of politics and encouraged my interest. Being part of the first generation to grow up with the twenty-four hour news cycle did not hurt, either. All this is to say, I have been through a few elections by now, enough to note that each election has its own distinct character. 2008 was defined by blind optimism summed up in three words, “Yes we can.” The landslide results proved the strength of the nation’s collective hope. 2012, by contrast, felt pessimistic: conservatives were unsatisfied with Romney’s Republican campaign, while liberals embraced base vitriol as their official campaign platform. It marked the first time a stranger called me a “misogynist” and a “bigot” on the basis of my party affiliation.