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Who Would I Vote For?

Who would I vote for? Hmm. That's a very tough question. See, I sometimes try to keep up with politics but it's quite difficult. I could just base my opinions on what those other adults around me say. Or I could vote for which candidate has the coolest shirt. Being a former student of AP history though, I've seen how many times throughout time the elections were bought. I will not be bought. And I will not be persuaded by what others say or by someone's religion. See, what bothers me is a lot of people I know are just automatically voting for a certain candidate because of his religion and they have the same religion as him so they assume that he stands for everything they do. Just because someone is of a certain religion, race, or gender doesn't mean they stand for everything another person of the exact same group does.

 So who would I vote for? Well, there's only one candidate that I think deserves my vote. He's honest, loyal, and kind. He can not be bought because he owns no personal possessions, yet he will help protect others. He will do anything for those he loves, while managing not to corrupt his beliefs. He is an everyone's man.

Who is this?

Obi-Wan Kenobi of course. He's our only hope. Obi-Wan, you have my vote!

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