Thanks to LC Trooper THX1138, we no longer need to spend time trying to perfectly say what we mean to say, with no misunderstandings possible, because he pointed us to this fine gentleman, Mychal Massie, who already said it better than we could ever hope to:
I am a conservative, but I’m not an ideologue – nor is my vote governed by fear. That is to say, I will not vote for a Republican nominee to whose positions I am vehemently opposed and/or whom I do not trust, just to keep Obama or, more likely, Clinton out of the White House.
Fear is a powerful motivator that can be used to coerce well-intentioned persons, groups or even the entire nation into making incredibly poor decisions – and the Republican National Committee is not above using same. The idea that I must abandon my moral compass and vote for a candidate I could not find more objectionable – in order to shut out a liberal candidate who bears little or no substantive difference to the one I voted for – is offensive to me.
Go read the whole thing. There’s not a word in there that we could possibly object to.
I am not a slave. I am a human being, a free man, a man who will not be cajoled, blackmailed or threatened into submission by anybody, particularly those who come to me disguised as “friends” with a knife hidden behind their backs.
Mr. Massie mentions that he survived Carter and Clinton and that he’ll survive whatever comes next too. He is right. I have survived worse, far worse, and those who think that they can scare me with the spectre of what the Dhimmicrats have dug out from underneath their toenails frankly need to do their homework, because they have no idea. Absolutely. No. Idea.
My principles are mine, they’ve remained unchanged through Hell and high water, and I’m not about to abandon them for they are what I am. Without them, I am nothing. They are not for sale to the highest bidder, much less are they to be discarded in the face of adversity. They are mine, and nobody can take them away from me. I can only lose them by throwing them away myself, and were I to do so, I would be worth less than the basest cur on the planet.
So endorse your McCain, RINOs, carry him on your shoulders to a landslide defeat that will be remembered for all time, but do it without me.
This is my hill, this is where I stand. If you want me off of it, you’ll have to kill me and carry my lifeless body down.
At least I shall die a free man, standing on my feet rather than crawling at the feet of somebody else.