Volte-face

I want to be sure. I seek certainty in even the smallest of decisions, so how could I accept anything less for the guidance and direction of our nation? We hear sound bytes, mockery, accusations, and accolades, but what is truth? Where is the seed, the germ of genuineness that will grow into the strong, stable tree of justice and betterment? If I look, I know who I like. But what are appearances? Nothing more than a mask. I need to know the person who wears it, their true nature, their true motives, their future actions. But no one has this crystal ball. And if they did, surely they would be using it for less noble ends.