I can remember hiding from the bullets and bombs in the bathroom with my mom and brother. My father was out trying to earn a living, and the worry that he would not make it home made me sick to my stomach on a daily basis. We lived in hell as militias destroyed this country and its once-strong economy and currency. When we finally escaped, we headed for Canada. Arriving as immigrants, we were graciously welcomed and provided with every right the developed country had to offer. Except one. The most precious right. The right to vote. We were told that only after we proved worthy would that right be granted to us. The men who literally destroyed this country were somehow entrusted with rebuilding it. They have unequivocally failed. This country is a crumbling mess, when it has the potential to be a regional economic powerhouse. The gross mismanagement
