When I started this blog, I was pretty committed to avoiding the two grand no-nos of social conversation, politics and religion. But it is time to come out of the closet. I just can’t keep this to myself anymore. I must come clean.
I. Am. A. Moderate.
Yup, a moderate. As in, maybe I could actually moderate a discussion. Maybe I could actually see two or more sides of an issue. Maybe I don’t have to take an extreme position on absolutely everything.
The Texas run-off elections are today and not a moment too soon. If I hear the term “moderate” used to insinuate that a politician is a despicable form of human being destined to rot in Hell for all eternity (thought I might as well throw religion into this post, too, while I’m at it) one more time I might bludgeon someone to death with a wet piece of linguine. For the record, I’m voting for the dude who actually WAS kind of a moderate in his previous political life, hoping that maybe he will re-evolve into a competent, effective senator (is that an oxymoron?).
On a happier note, I did get another Republican National Committee survey in the mail today. I just love filling those out and supporting the USPS by mailing them back on the RNC’s stamp.
Don’t think there’s much hope for my lesser-of-two-evil guys today. But I’ll vote. And I’ll keep voting and hoping the Texas political pendulum starts swinging back towards center.