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vague politics
There are certain people who can mock your political choices without you wanting to strangle them immediately. These people have their own shows on Comedy Central. Everyone else should really proceed with caution. And yet there's always some jackass who thinks that needling their mother-in-law on politics is a fantastic idea. That jackass would be Cassy's husband. I still remember the look of utter horror that crossed her mother's face when I said I thought my parents were Republicans. For a second I thought she might just stop the car and shove me out the trick door.
Of course, my political views, when they do exist, don't really reflect my parents or their influence in terms of politics. Mumsy will occasionally chatter about something, and I'll chatter back, or maybe just listen and process. This year I've taken to actively chattering back and pretty much pointing out that since she's not exactly enamored of the idea that Palin will kill McCain and get supreme power to be supremely painful, she should vote for The Other Guy. Blank stare. So I rattle off my list of reasons why I would very much like her to vote for The Other Guy. I'm not sure if it'll make a difference, and in fact, given the way things are*, it won't, but at least I can say I tried. And if nothing else, I might have swayed anyone she might talk to. On the other side of things, I might have accidentally convinced her I'm gay. if it gets her to spread the word of No Crazy, then it'll all work out in the end.
So yes, my political views were probably molded more from Julia Sugarbaker than my mother. Later when I learned that dear ol' Dixie couldn't have been more different if she'd tried, a little part of me cried.
*- Have you looked SC up on a maplately ever? Even if no one votes for McCain, and they will, we'll still go down as having welcomed him with open arms. Oi.
This concludes my vague political musings for the time being.
Of course, my political views, when they do exist, don't really reflect my parents or their influence in terms of politics. Mumsy will occasionally chatter about something, and I'll chatter back, or maybe just listen and process. This year I've taken to actively chattering back and pretty much pointing out that since she's not exactly enamored of the idea that Palin will kill McCain and get supreme power to be supremely painful, she should vote for The Other Guy. Blank stare. So I rattle off my list of reasons why I would very much like her to vote for The Other Guy. I'm not sure if it'll make a difference, and in fact, given the way things are*, it won't, but at least I can say I tried. And if nothing else, I might have swayed anyone she might talk to. On the other side of things, I might have accidentally convinced her I'm gay. if it gets her to spread the word of No Crazy, then it'll all work out in the end.
So yes, my political views were probably molded more from Julia Sugarbaker than my mother. Later when I learned that dear ol' Dixie couldn't have been more different if she'd tried, a little part of me cried.
*- Have you looked SC up on a map
This concludes my vague political musings for the time being.