Are you climbing back on the train? 

I keep feeling like I am in a cartoon and trying to get on the RIGHT train bound for the White House -

First I climbed aboard the most beautiful Red, White and Blue Train. It felt new, clean and prisitine. It was the  Thompson Train - I even got to blow the whistle!  - Then it was as if someone forgot to load the coal, for as soon as the steam began to fuel the momentum, it went cold, fizzled and the train pulled into the political graveyard.

So I climbed off, wandered through the train yard trying to find my way to the truth train, the one that would take me to the promised land. Then I saw them, the other trains bound for Washington DC,  One stood out as the train to take - alot of money had been spent to refurbish it to make it seem safe - so I climbed onto the Mitt Romney Train. This time I got to meet the engineer and I was impressed, just as I threw my heart over the bar, he drive his train into the sand pit. A dull thud. No where to go but off the tracks.

The passengers who had been on the Fred train and then boarded the Mitt train, walked around in a daze, lost - confused.

Then some of the other engineers started to tell us -- you must get on this train, even though it stinks. It is the only train left. You are not going to be comfortable on the ride and will have to do things you don't like.

So, reluctantly, we get on board, I hide my face behind a mask, so those who I told I would never get on this train do not see me and ridicule me... as the train pulls away form the station, the stench permeates at first, but somehow after a few hours I don;t seem to notice it anymore. The I decided to go out on the deck of the train, get some fresh air... I am surprised to see a crazed villian has jumped off the train and is pulling a level...and he pulls that lever, you know...the one that makes the train switch tracks and  go into a different direction... seemingly left... but not a sharp turn... just a gradual sway, hardly noticed by most of the other passengers.
I get off the train and see the name --McCain Train.

I think I will walk -- and maybe spend a bit more time in the Lords presence, follow His lead  on this journey to  the White House.  I don't think I like trains so much anymore.