We do remember how to make choices, don't we?

After Bible study, the men started talking about who they wanted to vote for, one confessed to voting the way his wife would approve of, so he would have dinner at six - when he expected it, instead of having to make it himself. Well, we all make choices, but I was surprised by the number of men that still weren't decided - enough wrong with both candidates that they didn't want to vote for either. One man had already voted and left off voting for a Presidential Candidate - just didn't pick anyone, and that is a vote that means as much as picking one.

When I went out to the garage this morning, I found the mouse trembling in fear, looking at me from inside the big glass jar where my wife had him trapped. He had eaten and moved the apple to the point that he couldn't stand on it and reach the lip of the jar and climb out - TRAPPED - his heart rate was way faster than mine. Well, killing the fierce predators is my job, so I got out my 9mm and blew him away - nothing too small about that round. Or maybe I just put my work gloves on and grabbed and squeezed him until his eyes popped out and he expired... or maybe I decide to leave him for my wife to handle when she got up... or I made a choice and took the little furry pest outside to where the cats patrol and allowed him to make his best get away. The jar was empty and my wife cleaned it up thinking I had destroyed him. We make choices, and believe what we see, what we think happened and what we are told that we trust. And maybe the little rat gets away, or maybe he didn't.

I voted for people I trust to go into all the offices campaigned for - After the exit polling victory is announced, before the Electoral College meets to make whatever official, I will start writing letters about repealing gun control laws, building rifle ranges, and putting guns back into the schools and libraries of the nation. What are we afraid of, the law abiding citizens with guns or the criminal and terrorist?