I can clearly remember the day my Grandma told me I was stupid. It was a glorious fall day in the mountains. The leaves on the oak trees in our neighborhood were just starting to change colors from green to red to burnt orange. Yes it was that time of year when friends and family start to argue about politics, and seeing as I had just attached a McCain/ Palin sticker to the back of the truck, I was now the enemy. Thanksgiving is just no fun when you might cook a bad ass tasty turkey, with a side of pearl onion and pea mashed potatoes but none of that really matters when your a little red dot in a bright blue state, and your family is glaring at you over a turkey leg. I might have cooked the turkey to a delightful, juicy consistency, but none of that matters when I did something truly heartless, like voting for the person, I believed could help this country the most.
This blog isn’t about really what side you voted for; by the way. Its a free country and everyone has the right to vote for who they believe is more qualified for the job. This blog is about my grand parents practically disowning me for being “one of them”
It doesn’t really matter to my family that I don’t do drugs and I’m not in jail. What does matter is that I am conservative, and that is just wrong! This coming from my Dad, I’m pretty sure the only Democrat in the NRA. Does he want his guns taken away? And then there is my Mom; she just does what Oprah says is best.
It all started when I put that GOP bumper sticker on the back of my truck. That was the day I came out of the closet to my family; about my politics that is.
Why can’t I be more like my brother, my family asks me
“You know Amber, Sean is smart, he’s voting for Obama” Real words, that my Grandma said to me, I swear! My own Grand mother called me dumb, merely for having some conservative thoughts of my own. This is what I get for supporting the death penalty and believing that criminals should stay in jail (Or be put down)
In my family there is one way to be, and that is not GOP.
Comments
There is a couple of things we know not to discuss in my family: politics and religion.
We simply agree to disagree…believe me, it is better that way.
You know, I would venture to say that with all the bickering Democrats and Republicans do, we have more in common than is normally discussed/admitted. I refuse to believe there is not more common ground if we’d ALL just shut the hell up and listen. We don’t need to agree; we need to agree that neither of us is right about everything (or newsflash: anything) BUT working together we can fix some broken shit. Even if I disagree with your beliefs, there is no way I’m passing up juicy turkey. Also, not being on crack or in jail or working the pole really should be cause for congratulations because sometimes, just sometimes, crackheads seem so much happier than me.
Thanks for the comment, Arnebyra; it cracked me up! Lol