I had to

(I just had to. Sorry for the inconvenience, if you feel inconvenienced.)

I’ve read lots of news articles, blogs, opinions, yak yak concerning the current political and economic upheaval we are experiencing, from all perspectives. I’m an equal opportunity reader. Last week I sat here at the computer, typed up a little ditty and emailed it to the local left-leaning newspaper. I don’t subscribe to the paper. Sometimes I read it online. Sometimes we purchase the Sunday paper to see what’s on sale where and read Dilbert and Get Fuzzy. Our next-door neighbor is in Ireland and we’re gathering her mail, and her newspapers. So, Tuesday I picked up the paper, opened it up and there was my little opinion, printed for our fair city to read. It goes like this:

People on both sides of the political aisle, in addition to the media, are intent on learning as much about Governor Sarah Palin as quickly as they can. In the past two weeks I’ve learned more about Gov. Palin’s American childhood, education, career, family and experience in local, state and national government just by watching the six o’clock news than I’ve learned about Senator Barak Obama in nineteen months of his campaigning for president. Why have we not heard about Senator Obama’s childhood, education, career, family and experience in like manner, after all this time?

Regardless of which candidate you support for president, take the time to learn as much about him as you now know about Gov. Palin. It might be surprising.

(non-sequitor)

When I was in my 20’s I was a registered Independent, and I voted Democratic (sorry Mom!) I was pro-choice, even though I never would have considered abortion for myself. Then a funny thing happened. In 1994 I was pregnant with our second child, a girl. She was due in mid-May. She was born in mid-March, eight weeks premature. She was delivered by emergency c-section when I went into labor. She was breech. They rushed her to NICU as soon as she was born. I got to see her for about a minute on my way to recovery. It was late that evening when I finally got to hold her. She was little, four pounds and some change. She looked at me and I looked at her. And my mind started to change.

I realized that being pro-choice meant that I was supporting another woman’s right to abort—kill—a baby just like her. It wasn’t just about a quick means to end an unwanted pregnancy in the first trimester, much in the same way we get a penicillin shot to clear up an unwanted infection.

Many things have changed now that I’m very well into my 40s. I was a working, professional woman from 1985 until 1990, when the title ‘mom’ was also added to that list. And I became a pro-life, working, professional woman, wife and mom.

Oh, and Christian, BTW.

The last time I checked my IQ, it was still slightly below the genius level. I haven’t suddenly become stupid because I’m a pro-life Christian.

However, a great deal of information I’ve read and heard seems to indicate otherwise. A blogger named Michael Seitzman, quoted by the Huffington Post recently, said that anyone who supported McCain / Palin or President Bush is “an idiot … mentally ill, mentally disabled, or mentally disturbed.”

Now, I realize Mr. Seitzman is a blogger, and if he were the only person on the planet who held that opinion then I wouldn’t be wasting my finger muscles on him. Unfortunately, I don’t believe that to be the case. As was so eloquently stated in Network:

“I’m mad as H-E-double-toothpicks, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Therefore, I have decided to form my own political party: the Southern North Carolina branch of the New Insanity Party, SNC-NIP. (Sounds like Super Bowl food. I like Super Bowl food.)

For reasons I can’t divulge here, I an uniquely qualified to be a party leader in this movement.

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One response to “I had to

  1. I’m all over the super bowl food. And the fact that we’ve become shrieking lunatics is as good a reason as any to turn your back for a bit.
    Also, have you noticed I’ve turned into half a chicken?

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