Politik

Everyone, take out your iPods and CDs (cassette players, too - if you still have them) and que up "Politician" by Cream. I'll wait.

O.k. - so I know it's been over a month since my last post. Last time I checked, we were free. As in "from tyranny" free. From oppression and such. This week, I found that to not be quite as true as folks would have you to believe.
In high school, I had very specific political views, and even had a card identifying me as a member of a certain political group. Because somehow I believed they still stood for something. But somewhere along the way one of us changed. Sort of an "it's not you - it's me" situation. I could spend some time trying to figure out who changed, but lets be honest - we know it was both of us.
Well, I made the mistake of posting on my Facebook page that I was supporting a particular candidate in this particular election year. Because I thought I had the right to since my friends were posting all of their particular bias on their pages and sending it to me to boot.
Apparently, the southern mafia is still alive and well. One friend saw what I posted and all hell broke loose. People in my small town church all think that I am going to bust the gates of hell off of their hinges when I roll through simply because I took the time to investigate and read and tried to make an intelligent choice. They are all appalled that I am not voting for "So-And-So" and how could I support "thus-and-such". My dad won't really talk to me any more and all my mom can do is cry.
"I support the Left, but I'm leanin' to the Right" (du-nuh/ DU-NUH /du-nuh du-nuh du-nuh).
I guess we're never as free as we'd like to think. I'll think twice before I ever tell anyone what I believe in my heart just to save myself the beating and shame! Fear-mongers UNITE!!