Jesus is not on the ballot, but Marxists are. Make your vote count.

By WG Morrow, US Army veteran
@WGMorrow on X

I have been asked more than once this season some version of the same question.

A man I respect, a Vietnam vet who still stands when the flag passes, told me while having coffee that he was thinking of sitting this one out. He did not like the candidate. He did not trust him. He said he was tired of holding his nose.

I understood every word, and I told him he was wrong, and I want to explain why, because I suspect he is not the only one.

At the Fulda Gap, we didn’t get to choose the battleground. We did not get to choose the weather, the hour, or the odds. We were handed a sector and told to hold it, and we held it with the men and the equipment we had, not the men and equipment we wished for.

Some of the tanks leaked. Some of the radios worked only when they felt like it. Some of the officers were better than others, and a few were not much good at all.

Not one of us ever looked at the ground in front of us and said I’ll wait and sit this one out; I’ll wait for a better army before I take up my position, because we all knew the communists were not going to wait.

That is where we are now, and I don’t think most people see it; the other side is literally putting up communists for elected office.

You all know a guy; he is the kind of voter, usually a good man, who believes withholding his vote is a form of integrity. He might have said he is waiting for a candidate worthy of him.

We all want someone who has never said the wrong thing, made the wrong deal or disappointed anyone. But Jesus is not on the ballot, nor has he been on any ballot in the history of this republic, and Jesus will not be on the one in front of you this November.

The ballot offers a choice between flawed men and women, and behind each, a direction for the country. You are not being asked to canonize anyone. You are being asked to choose a direction.

Scripture isn’t shy about this. Look at the men Christ chose. Matthew was a tax collector, despised by his own people; James and John wanted to call down fire on a village that turned them away. Thomas refused to believe without proof, and Peter swore three times he never knew the man. On the night it mattered most, every one of them fled.

If Christ could build His Church out of men like that, we can surely vote for someone who falls short of our standards. Perfection has never been the requirement.

So here is the hard truth that the potential stay-at-home voter doesn’t want to hear. The other side isn’t waiting for a perfect candidate. They are not holding their noses. They are organized, funded, patient, and they show up- every single one of them.

They show up for the school board race nobody covers, the county commission seat nobody understands, the state legislature where the real rules get written. They show up for the judges. They show up when it rains.

They have learned the lesson we taught the world in 1989 and then forgot ourselves, which is that the side willing to keep showing up eventually wins. So we have to show up; the Republic is at stake.

The ideas I have spent the last several months on X warning about, the ones that sort Americans into oppressors and oppressed, that treat the flag as an indictment and the neighbor as an enemy, that answer to a globalist vision with little use for borders or for the citizen who lives inside them, do not advance by force; no, they are too weak for that. They advance by default; they take ground that nobody contested.

Every election in which good people stay home is a sector of the line abandoned without a shot fired, and ground given up that way is never handed back. It has to be retaken, and you all know retaking ground is always more costly than simply holding it.

I want to be clear here, because clarity is the only honest approach. I am not telling you that any one election saves the republic. But what I am telling you is that the republic is the sum of thousands of small decisions made by ordinary people who either held their position or didn’t.

Your vote is one fighting position on a very long line; that line goes back 250 years. It is not glamorous, and nobody will thank you for holding it. But if enough positions go empty, the line breaks, and if it does, all will be lost.

Consider this vote a duty and an obligation to those upon whose shoulders we stand. We owe something to the men who stood the watch before us.

My son went into the fight as a JSOC team leader. Men I served with are buried in places most Americans could not find on a map. They did not die so that their fellow countrymen could sit on the porch in November and feel superior.

No, they died so that we would have a choice at all. Your vote and your friends’ vote are the peaceful descendants of the rifle so many of us carried so far away from home. It is the thing that lets us settle the question of who governs without the wire ever facing inward. To leave it unused is to treat their sacrifice as a gift too small to bother opening.

So here is what I am asking, and it is the same thing I have asked before. It is unglamorous and entirely within reach. Check your registration this week, not the week of the election. Know where your polling place is and when it opens. Read the whole ballot, down to the bottom, because the races at the bottom shape your life more than the ones at the top.

Take someone with you: drive the widow down the street who no longer drives, and text the young man from church who has never voted to tell him how much it matters, and when you get to the race in which the candidate disappoints you, remember that you are not choosing a savior.

You are choosing which direction the country walks for the next few years, and whether the people who despise its founding will be holding more ground or less when the polls close.

I told my old friend all of this, more or less. He listened the way old soldiers listen, without interrupting, and when I was done, he said, fair enough, I’ll vote, and that is all any of us can do.

We rarely get the candidate we want, but we have a choice, and we owe those who came before us an obligation to make it, so hold your nose if you must, but man the position because the enemy is coming and they don’t care if you skip a mid-term or not out of principle. They will line you up against the wall all the same if given half a chance.

The watch is never over; it only changes hands. This November, it is in yours.

Don’t leave your position empty because the man next to you isn’t the soldier you hoped for.

The enemy of this republic isn’t waiting for a better candidate, and he isn’t staying home.

First published on X