My Record Remains Intact

I have never voted for a winning presidential candidate.  Introduced to presidential politics in 1964, by a father who was a lifelong committed Republican; the type I call a Rebooblican, I would have happily and honorably voted for Barry Goldwater over that foulest of foul men who have been President.

   In 1968 and 1972, there was no way I could have or would have voted for either of the Dummiestcrap candidates of all of the Dummycraps nominated in my lifetime. Even with my youth, I already knew that Richard Milhouse  Nixon was indeed a creep, if not a crook.  Despite his negatives, George Wallace stated the ultimate truth during the '68 campaign with his truism that there's not a dime's worth of difference in the two major parties and their politicians.  I would have voted for him and would have been patriotically proud to have been that one North Carolina elector voting for him in the Electoral College vote that year.

 In 1972, Nixon was still a creep, as well as crook, having taken us off of the gold standard the year before. And George McGovern was that era's version of  Howard Dean.  If I had been age eligible, I would have voted for American Party candidate John Schmitz, as I did vote for his running mate, Thomas Jefferson Anderson, when he took that party's top slot in 1976, my first presidential election as a twenty year old.
By the bicentennial year election, I had learned the evils of party politics from George Washington's Farewell Address, and the extreme evils of two party politics from personal observation.  As an idealistic new American voter, I could not cast a ballot for a fumbling, bumbling, interior line football jock turned career Congressman or an over-educated, under-intelligent boob of a bolshevik who couldn't accomplish what his beer addled, alcoholic brother, Billy, did on a constant and consistent basis: produce a profit from the family farm.  I voted for a successful farmer and profitable publisher possessing real conservatism.  I was proud to join 158,270 other citizens, including one third of one per cent of North Carolinian voters in supporting an American, rather than a Repulsican or a Dummycrap.

By 1980, my knowledge had become common knowledge that Jimmy Carter was the inept idiot I had known him to be since meeting him at a Baptist revival.  Between the '76 and '80 elections, I lived awhile in Los Angeles, in an apartment complex right under the main approach to LAX.   The only two pink faces in that community were mine and a good ole Georgia boy named Charlie McCoy.  The day that Carter flew into town, just a couple of hundred feet right over our heads, the neighbors gathered around the pool to wave to Jimmy and wish him well.  Charlie and I shook our fists and cursed him.  Our brown faced neighbors were perplexed as why two southern boys who were supposed to like Jimmy didn't.  We explained that it was because we were southern boys who knew Jimmy for the jerk that he was and still is.  As much as I couldn't vote for a failed peanut farmer, I couldn't vote for a B grade actor and actors' union leader.  Though Reagan was undoubtedly the better of the two, he was a lesser of the two evils, being part of the party practices.  I was glad to cast my first of several Libertarian votes.  In so doing, I voted for one of the now reviled, right wing extremist Koch brothers, as he was the Vice-Presidential candidate for the Libertarians that year.
In 1984, it was a long, foregone conclusion that Reagan was going to win reelection over wimpy Walter and his gal pal Geraldine.  I was furious with political parties powers that be, when they managed to exclude all other candidates from the ballots in North Carolina.  I wrote in the Libertarian candidate, David Bergland..  
The 1988 election made apparent to me the improprieties of party politics.  A risen through the ranks Repulsican and a Rebooblican running mate versus a super dooper uber liberal and a ladder climbing liberal      As I surely couldn't vote for those party poltroons, I surely couldn't  vote for the first Negroid and first woman to gain Presidential ballot access in all fifty states with her hard leaning leftist New Alliance Party.  NC kept the Libertarians off of my ballot that year, but it was an easy choice to join 1,262 fellow North Carolinians in writing in the name of brash and brilliant Dr.Ron Paul.
 
The two elections of the 90's gave me Ross Perot, in whom to believe, especially as an Independent in '92.  As the Reform Party candidate in '96, he wasn't as believable as Libertarian Harry Browne, as that party regained ballot access in NC.

    Harry was the Libertarian candidate again in 2000, and earned my vote, as did David Badnarik in 2004.
 
In 2008, there was no way in hell and Hades I could vote for John McCain't or the baseborn boshevik Muslim Marxist.  That was the year my party became the Liebertarians, just another professional political party of no principles, beginning their trend of nominating has been, also ran Repulsicans. I made up my own Individualist Party and wrote in its candidates of Gen. Colin Powell for President and businessman Herman Cain for Vice-President

 
This year, I thought that finally, I was going to have a good choice rather than just another choice of the lesser of two evils.  But in the end, knowing the intensity and importance of this race, I held my nose and did what my dad said always do: vote a straight Repulsican ticket.  At least I can say that by doing so, I helped my state not make the same mistake again with our fifteen electoral votes.Note:  This map is properly color coded, with communistic red for the Demoncat and blue for the Repulsican.