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To Caucus or Not to Caucus

For weeks now, the remaining Presidential candidates have all been salivating over Utah and it's 5 electoral votes. Shouts of "Feel the Bern!", or "Cruz is the prophesied one!", or "a vote for Kasich is a vote for Trump!", etc., etc., have been all over the airwaves, and all over social media. Even perennial candidate Mitt Romney has gotten in on the act, riding in on his white horse with his perfect coif and positioning himself as the anti-Trump of a brokered convention. All while Lady MacBeth Rodham Clinton is wringing her hands gleefully in the corner. Frankly, it's all enough to make me hurl.

Utah, to it's discredit, has a caucus system. The idea behind caucuses was originally probably a good idea. To get people involved in their communities, and to help folks have a vested interest in what goes on in their neighborhoods. But as they've evolved here over the years, the caucus system ended up being driven by the extremists and wack jobs, and us moderates all got disillusioned. Sadly those wack job elements have enough influence in the state that we continue with caucuses instead of an open primary system (#countmyvote). And as a result, I changed my party status to "unaffiliated".

The First Presidency sent a letter that was read at all congregations here in Utah, reminding us to do our civic duty, and attend our local caucuses. And this girl certainly believes in following their counsel, and in doing my civic duty. But here's how it works in Utah: The Democrats allow anyone to come and vote at their caucus, but the Republicans don't. In order to vote at the Republican caucus, I'd have to register as a Republican again, which to me, considering the state of the party here in Utah, is unthinkable. 

So, long story short, tonight I won't be caucusing. I don't "feel the Bern" of the aging hippie (fyi - there's only one way to have a "Great Society", and it's not through legislating government programs); I refuse to even consider Lady Macbeth (no, that spot will NOT come out, and those hands will NE'ER be clean); I can't even fathom how the casino owner of dubious morals and limited intelligence is even a viable candidate; I have too much of a heart (and a disgust for Mike Lee) to align myself with the Canadian; and I can't vote for Governor Kasich without reconverting to the party. The best I can hope for is a brokered convention with a moderate blue-collar candidate, and no knight with perfect hair on a white horse.

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