Why I Know I'm Right and They're Wrong

Very seldom in life does one get such an affirmation that one is on the right track in the face of overwhelming wrongness than when the wrongness has to resort to high altitude cajoling to get their point across.

Based on what I heard and felt at the Cuyahoga County Fair all last week, they had no choice but to put their message up in the sky -- taking that message to the people on their level (i.e. ground level) would be suicidal.

Over the course of the past week at the fair, I must have said nearly 1,000+ times to folks strolling in front of our booth -- "we are not for or against the convention center or the medical mart and we are not even for or against the tax; we simply think that the people should decide with their vote whether and what for taxes are to be raised."

Obviously, from the previous post, you can tell that I have my own personal doubts about the platitudes offered by the proponents of the medical mart and convention center. However, I did not inject my own view into the cause, but merely stuck to our "big tent" message; to wit: the right to vote on such issues is a fundamental one; a sacred one; one that men and women and children have given the last full measure of devotion for over the course of our nation's 230+ years.

The medical mart may well be the next best thing to sliced bread for the City of Cleveland. Even if I was absolutely convinced of this, the right to vote is, and forever should be, paramount.

CEP