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Politics! And now we're done.
Nov. 7th, 2012 04:19 pmNormally I don't get very political beyond my email contents and sometimes the ensuing updates to the FB feed. I live in a state where differing opinions can be dangerous and a lot of the people I know around here hold exceptionally different views from my own. I comment when it's impossible not to (and even then there's usually a moment of "is this important enough to say anything?") but otherwise I do not engage.
While my presidential vote did not count (ahoy, electoral college!) I still voted for one of the big two because, as it stands, voting for the fringe stuff is for first time voters who still believe. I voted for the candidate who doesn't seem to fear women.
Yup, that's what it came down to for me. Agreeing with other things didn't hurt, but really, that's where it ended for me. That's what kept me up at night fretting.
Well, that and I work at night. But otherwise it was the idea of some jackass thinking he has the right to dictate what I can and cannot do due to differing bits of anatomy. No.
Since I'm here anyway, I will add this: If you honestly belive the President is the Antichrist (in the truest sense of the word), I judge you. I judge you so much that it is actually physically painful. It's possible, I suppose, but I always hoped the Antichrist would be flashier somehow. But yeah. It's one of those things that once you admit it, I lose respect for you. Thinking he's terrible at his job? Fine, sure. The actual, literal Antichrist? o_O
I find it funny that politically speaking, the cousins on my father's side seem to fall this way: The older two seem to lean more Democrat (or, in this case, at least not-Romney as I think they both would have voted for a third option if one were viable but it isn't so...) and then you skip down the ten/fifteen years between us to the next set of cousins (I'm included in this one) and it's a sea of "B-but my precious Romney, what is wrong with you people who voted for Obama?!" annnnnd then there's me quietly distancing myself from the crazy that is my cousin Bryan. I'm with the older crowd! I'm not entirely sure where the boy falls, which is better than him being crazy like Bryan. :P
Still. I'm thinking I'm the black sheep. But maybe that's the other B? *muse* How can you tell if you're the black sheep of the family? I still say not warranting an invite to the family party is a big sign.
And thus is the political divide of my life. *wraps it up in a neat little bow*
While my presidential vote did not count (ahoy, electoral college!) I still voted for one of the big two because, as it stands, voting for the fringe stuff is for first time voters who still believe. I voted for the candidate who doesn't seem to fear women.
Yup, that's what it came down to for me. Agreeing with other things didn't hurt, but really, that's where it ended for me. That's what kept me up at night fretting.
Well, that and I work at night. But otherwise it was the idea of some jackass thinking he has the right to dictate what I can and cannot do due to differing bits of anatomy. No.
Since I'm here anyway, I will add this: If you honestly belive the President is the Antichrist (in the truest sense of the word), I judge you. I judge you so much that it is actually physically painful. It's possible, I suppose, but I always hoped the Antichrist would be flashier somehow. But yeah. It's one of those things that once you admit it, I lose respect for you. Thinking he's terrible at his job? Fine, sure. The actual, literal Antichrist? o_O
I find it funny that politically speaking, the cousins on my father's side seem to fall this way: The older two seem to lean more Democrat (or, in this case, at least not-Romney as I think they both would have voted for a third option if one were viable but it isn't so...) and then you skip down the ten/fifteen years between us to the next set of cousins (I'm included in this one) and it's a sea of "B-but my precious Romney, what is wrong with you people who voted for Obama?!" annnnnd then there's me quietly distancing myself from the crazy that is my cousin Bryan. I'm with the older crowd! I'm not entirely sure where the boy falls, which is better than him being crazy like Bryan. :P
Still. I'm thinking I'm the black sheep. But maybe that's the other B? *muse* How can you tell if you're the black sheep of the family? I still say not warranting an invite to the family party is a big sign.
And thus is the political divide of my life. *wraps it up in a neat little bow*