My father worked for Chevron Pipeline as long as I remember. He was a middle class American. He served in the Armed Forces in World War II. He was also a Democrat. I knew he was a democrat as well as I knew my mother was a democrat. Neither was terribly vocal about it. Though I do remember my father saying: "The Republican party is for the rich getting richer. The Democrats are for the working class American." Thus I became a democrat by name. Recently I watched a documentary by Michael Moore titled: "Capitalism: A Love Story" It rang truth to my soul and that is when I realized I was a democrat by heart. I am sorry, but I can not listen to Glen Beck. He irks my inner being. As does Rush Limbaugh and the Tea Party movement. I am fully aware that Michael Moore has the same effect on others. I have decided to dedicate the next few days of blogging to my own personal viewpoints on political topics. You will discover why I am doing this on the last day of my political soap box. Tomorrow I choose to discuss abortion.
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You do my heart good! President Faust was a democrat too. I remember he once said he was the only one in the presidency to be. My sister has become extremely vocal since she was naturalized... democrat. My mother too. I don't like to vote for a party and I think it's time politicians start thinking more in terms of COUNTRY and PEOPLE rather than in terms of PARTY. The only ones having a party is them... working America is tired of paying for everything and getting nothing in return... I can't stand Glen Beck either. I think he's a nut job! LOVE YOU!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for tomorrow! Then I'll comment...I think to your liking.
ReplyDeleteOh goody!
ReplyDeleteYou never cease to amaze me! I don't think, even in the eternities, I will be able to figure out what makes you tick! That's what makes me love you so much.
ReplyDeleteWish I'd've had your spunk today when I was in the barber shop. I just let the barber spin me his right-wing Republican dribble -- didn't dare say much -- after all he had the scissors. To each his own.
Love, Scott