WHO DID I VOTE FOR CANT YOU GUESS????

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Estoy parada en la fila para votar. Decir que es larga sería poco porque es terribleeeeee larga. La pregunta que está en la mente de toda América, y el mundo, lo puedes ver en la cara de cada persona que esta parado en esta mansa fila: Trump o Hillary? 
Holy Crap
"Everyone has their own opinions, especially when it comes to politics and religion":
The woman behind me says, making chit chat with her line buddies. I think it's kind of funny, and very accurate, due to the fact that we are all standing in line outside of a Baptist church to vote, and the fact that I passed three more churches on East Norton Street. Living in the buckle of the "Bible belt", I can testify that what she said is true. And the fact is that Missouri will most likely vote for Trump, judging on the number of elderly men in flannel and pro gun bumper stickers I saw in the lot. I feel like I stand out, because not only did I miss the flannel and walkers memo, I was one of the youngest voters there. (Si no cuentas el bebé en los brazos de su mamá, y no lo cuento)
People do notice that I am younger than everyone else in the line. I feel their eyes on me, and it doesn't help when an older woman yells out that she likes my floral leggings, and now all eyes really are on me. I was nervous; it was my first election, the first time I vote for our nations anything.  And I knew they could tell.
This election is one for the books:
I remember reading books on our old presidents, seeing their faces and being interested in the graphic description of Andrew Jackson's duel. But this election has really brought out the politics in this state, and in all of North America. Everyone seems to feel so strongly, having watched the debates published a million articles on why Hillary is a liar or Trump is a crazy man. I haven't had very many opinions on the election this year, haven't bashed anyone on Face book, and haven't shared memes of Donald trump in and out of court rooms for sexual harassment accusations. 
The more I think about it, the more I realize that our countries future is in the hands of two of the most famous people who had their fame way before this election. The ladies continue to chat and chit, about the fact that these candidates aren't real, "it’s a shame". It's a lot of things: it's crazy, it's stressful, and I am a part of it now. 
At least the line is advancing. 
Why vote for any of them?
I think that is a valid question. There are a lot of valid arguments saying that these candidates are not the best we can do. And yeah, I'd be lying if I said that standing in that line for half an hour so far, in 56 degree weather with wind, watching old people make faces at the baby in front of me was the best part of my day. But I have the right to vote. And I voted today because I am a woman. Standing in this line for half an hour is the least I can do for the women who marched for our rights, who were beaten and arrested to make us a little bit more equal. So walking in and grabbing my ballot really was the best part of my day. And I voted for Hillary Clinton.
I voted for Hillary Rodham Clinton today because I am a woman. I'm not saying women can't vote for Trump, people can vote for whoever they want, whatever gender. I voted with her because I don't believe sexual assault and harassment is something that should be taken lightly. I don't believe women are here only to be aesthetically pleasing, I believe in a powerful woman. I voted for Hillary Rodham Clinton today because I am Chilean. I don't believe that immigrants hurt our country; I believe that they bring a part of their culture that makes America what it is. And I am a democrat, because I am not a republican. (I mean, if you want to get deconstructionalist about it, democrats are democrats because they are not republicans, and honestly does anything really exist without their binary opposite??)
I'm sorry but I was never a Bernie girl. 
Bernie would work if every liberal youth came out to vote. Although I am proud of all the youth that did vote, I wish I could have seen more at my voting station today. Nothing against Bernie, but I think we should all take a moment to remember 14 year old Megan and Emily Sappington who had neon Obama shirts, with the quote, Obama said Knock You Out. We will miss you in office. 
So the polls are closed, the votes are being counted, and I know that whatever happens, we should respect each others opinions blah blah blah. But Donald if you want to try stopping hot latinas like me from coming into this country, go for it. But I know you'll miss checking us out as we walk by, ya old perv.
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