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Red and Blue and Every Color In Between


I recently left the world of politics for the world of business.  To my surprise, the cultures have not turned out to be as distinct as I imagined.  Except for one glaring exception: me. 

In Washington, I considered myself a moderate in a town of party loyalists.  Much to the chagrin of my friends, I could even be found making libertarian arguments from time to time.  I was progressive, certainly.  A registered democrat, yes.  But I was really just a novice in a sea of experts, and still green enough on any given issue to challenge both red and blue.

At Sloan, my politics have morphed into my persona—like I am wearing a sign around my neck that says, “Let’s talk about the election!”  Except that it’s not just the sign that is saying it.   The words are literally coming out of my mouth.

I can’t help it.  It’s like a Potomac virus has gotten into my bloodstream, traveled north to my brain, and rearranged synapses so that I absolutely must speak about the state of America, the fate of our political system, and the importance of voting for Barack Hussein Obama.  [In case you haven’t heard, he is the President of the United States of America.  And he’s running for reelection.  Have you voted yet?]

I know what you’re thinking.  Not a great way to make friends.  But here’s the thing: the folks at MIT are nothing if not thoughtful.  [They’re also wicked smaht, but that goes without saying.]  And here’s what I’ve found: thoughtful people are often independent thinkers.  Few are interested in joining a party or falling in line behind a candidate.   They are aware of the need for government—though to differing degrees—and they recognize the good that it can do for our society. 

They also recognize the shortcomings of our political system, and the inability of any one person to rectify it.  Neither Mitt Romney nor Barack Obama is an answer on his own.  Nor should we expect any leader to be.

But the nature of a presidential election demands that we make a choice between two leaders—not just for who they are themselves, but who they will lead the rest of us to be. 

We do have a choice.  I think it is a very clear choice.  (A VERY clear choice.)  But I also have very thoughtful friends who disagree with me.  The truth is, our arguments are largely irrelevant at this point.  What does matter is that we make our opinions official.  That we VOTE, so that our vision, our values, and our preferences are reflected in the collective whole that will come together on Tuesday.  

Agree or disagree, we are all Americans, and we are all in this together.  Make it count.

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