I grew up being told you vote for the person, not the party. My dad, rest his soul, used to support the Republican Senator John Chafee who was the former secretary of the Navy. He was also a friend of my father’s and my dad said John was a fair and honorable man. I believe that he was. That said, we generally voted for the liberal candidates overall being the progressive and forward thinking family that we were. I confess the very first person I voted for when I turned 18 was Jesse Jackson. My family walked my butt down to the firehouse and said....VOTE. In my family it was a duty. Thank god I was raised with the idea that my vote matters. It does.
I was fortunate enough to meet Jesse Jackson and hang out and talk with him a few years back. We met up in the airport as we were both taking the same flight back to Los Angeles. We had one of those conversations that began in Chicago and ended in Los Angeles. We both agreed that we had never seen our country more polarized. I told him he was the first person I had ever voted for. He asked me what I did to keep my body in such good shape.
No matter who they are men will always be men. At least there are some things I can always count on. Amen.
The thing is I'm sick to death of politics these days. That some man seems to think he can dictate what I do with my body is beyond me and what really makes me twisty is that this seems to have become a real issue for many in deciding who gets the support of their party. Crazy shit if you ask me. Seriously.
To be honest most politicians are the same to me. Just a bunch of talking heads giving some variation of the same script and pandering to the party they have decided they want to belong to. Nothing pisses me off more than someone giving up their innate beliefs to get the vote. What's the difference between a prostitute and a politician, you ask? Not much these days, I'd say. They can both be bought for a price... BIG TIME.
I like people who walk the walk and have something powerful and meaningful to say. I just haven't seen it thus far. I just see and hear a bunch of talking heads spewing out the same nonsensical poop I've heard again and again. All of that posturing is exhausting. It makes my brain hurt.
Someone, anyone, surprise me. Show me there is still hope for us. I’ll buy you a lollipop.