A shirt.
Another shirt.
A bumper sticker.
And a bracelet.
I guess it's just that it's the first time in years that I'm actually excited about a political candidate. I realize that not everyone shares my enthusiasm. I live in Texas, after all. I'm being open minded and all that.
But I've been stewing all day about a comment made a week ago by my best friend. She said she and her 13 year old daughter were watching a little bit of Obama's speech Thursday night. She said, "I kept telling A (her daughter) he's a baby killer." I think she was slightly kidding, but not really. You know, kidding on the square.
Mr. Swizzle can't believe it's bothering me a week later and says to let it go. And yes, I need to let it go, because my stomach hurts. We've been friends for 19 years and we've, wisely, never discussed politics. We've always known not to discuss politics. They are Catholic, and apparently one-issue voters.
But, grrrrrr. I just have to get it out. That term just gets under my skin! I told Mr. Swizzle that she might as well have called him "the N word". It bugs me that much.
Must let it go...must let it go....must let it go.... I need you guys to help me breathe.
4 comments:
I understand. I do.
I try to avoid politics as a topic of conversation at all costs. Even with my parents.
I understand. That is why I shy away from blogs that are going off on either McCain or Obama.
Wow! That's a tough situation. That's why we try to avoid all political talks.
Everyone has their own opinions and thoughts. Don't let it get the best of you. She is an awesome friend...focus energy there. You need some yoga, and sushi and saki...the good kind that we can't find...
Use your anger to make your own Obama jewelry. Stamping metal, and soldering could be very therapeutic.
got a paper bag here - and we can talk politics alllll dayyy
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