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Why the Snark?

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I’m sitting here at my computer with CNN Live.  Cindy McCain just finished, the video has finished, John McCain is up next.

I had thought I wouldn’t get involved politically on my blog…  Twitter…  Blogs…  There’s something I’m seeing that I find disturbing.  The venom.  The absolute venom shot at people of a different party than you.  Venom at the the candidates of a different party than you.  Venom shot at families. Attack their stance on the issues that matter to you…  Challenge that.  I think that’s necessary as a citizen, and also an exercise in articulating your own beliefs for the next time you’re asked to expound on your beliefs.

Attacking the hair?  Attacking pronunciations of a spouse?  Creating drinking games?  Making fun of people?  All the way down to the music? It’s not just in the Net either…  I’m afraid to add a bumper sticker to my car.  My car would be keyed in the parking lot for it at work.  I’m not kidding, and I’m not exaggerating.

I have – not once – made fun of anyone in the other party than myself.  Not once.  Not even alone, with my husband, when no one can hear me.  I’ve certainly discussed issues with him as I do my research in order to make the best decision for myself and my family with my vote.

So far, one person seems to be doing it respectfully, that I’ve noticed.  I’d like to call out Erin Kotecki Vest.  While she is a staunch supporter of Obama, in issues regarding the RNC, and McCain, she’s kept it fair, observational, and about the issues.  Even when she’s freakin’ out about something that drives her nuts on a personal level – say on Twitter, or somewhere – she’s never been derogatory.  You know what, Erin?  You have my utmost respect.  We don’t agree on a whole heck of a lot politically – but you know how to disagree with class, style, and education on your stance.

Something else.  These two men – both of them – are running for President of the United States of America.  That commands respect.  Regardless of who wins the election, the man who actually holds the office, the office itself commands respect.  Barack Obama or John McCain will be the leader of your country.  That commands respect.  You hate Bush?  I don’t care.  Take issue with his record – fine.  The office commands respect.  You hated any of the previous Presidents?  I don’t care.  The office commands respect.  Hold yourself accountable to your words and actions.  Maybe that will trickle up.

I know that you might think I’m a right wing, religious fanatic whack job.  I suppose that’s ok.  I just think you’re passionate about your beliefs.  You know what?  So am I.  I don’t deserve to be called names, if I’m not calling them.  I don’t deserve to be afraid of saying who I’m voting for.

I am voting for John McCain.

Political Question

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I have not mentioned who I am backing in the current Presidential election.  I don’t think I have ever even shared my party affiliation.

Do I?

I know my views.  Am I willing to be put up for potential slamming?  Because lets face it – there will be slamming – there always is, you know?

Do I put that button over in my sidebar?

Do I argue about political headlines?

These are not rhetorical questions…  I would like to know your views.  I’ve tended to stay away from major theological discussions and politics, because it’s my feeling that I have my views, you have your views.  I’m not changing your mind, you’re not changing mine.  Why argue?

But with politics saturating every bit of our media (and in this case, good reason, a new potential leader of the country we reside in) staying silent seems…  weak.  I’m looking for a different word, but it escapes me.  Cowardly maybe?

But then – is opening myself up for the potential hatred (as opposed to reasoned debate of opposing opinions) is something I’m not sure I want in my life right now.  Politics – just like religion – is a major big time hot button on people’s emotions.

So – do you wear your political heart on your sleeve?

Weird Haze

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I’m still in this weird haze.  Decisions made and acted upon – but I’m still in limbo.  I have no replacement yet, so I’m still at work.  Even though I know I’m going.  I hate limbo.

I don’t write much when I feel I’m in limbo.  It’s as though my brain shuts down, and I’m writing in a fog.  I only do the absolutely necessary.  The creative in me – even the need for back and forth discorse – fails me.  I don’t write, read, or comment.  I close myself off.  I’m sure it’s some kind of defese mechanism.

Some short bursts of news in no order of importance…

The kids started school yesterday.  Much excitement.  Logan just realized that the other kids he went to school with moved on to 1st grade, while he didn’t.  He took it well.  We had prepared him, but I don’t think it hit him until that moment.  Joseph is thrilled because in 3rd grade?  You have binders!  With dividers!  And an AGENDA.  So, so far, so good.  Pictures, perhaps, if I ever load them off the camera.

We STILL don’t have Poe’s car.  We’ll hopefully have it tonight.

Mom’s in the hospital again.  Nothing to say on that until we get some tests back.

I am going to be launching something.  A business.  Of my own.  Doing things that I’m good at.  I’ll make a formal announcement when I launch (which won’t be for a couple of months.)

Seriously?  I have nothing else.  Until things get cracking around here, I guess I’m just going to have to coast through it.  There’s no around.

Bullets

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The bad things that come when you decide you’re going to do somthing God wants you to do:

  • Your husband loses his mind and buys unneeded game items.
  • Your husband’s car loses it’s alternator.  Still waiting to find out the cost on that one.
  • Your potentional replacement employee (you know…  The one that’ll let you get out of your notice earlier?) is in a major accident, totalling his car and sustaining head trauma.  Thank God his daughter wasn’t in the car at the time.
  • Your parents see all of this and think you’re DOOMED DOOMED DOOMED, and absolutely crazy to try it.
  • And then I come home at night and know that I’ve got nothing left to give my children.  So – I will not be defeated.  I’m coming home.

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