Ragdoll

My sister is coming into town in just over a week from Germany. I’m super excited to be seeing her again so soon. After so many years of her not coming back to the US for visits, it’s nice to see her twice a year. She’s changed so much, and mostly for the better. It’s taken a lot of therapy time and uncomfortable dialogues with herself to reach the point she has. Anxiety is something I think just about everyone has to deal with at some point in their life. I suppose whether or not a person chooses to actually deal with it is up to them.

I know that growing up, anxiety wasn’t something she or I were able to express in a healthy way. Having an alcoholic parent means that you quickly learn how to hide or bottle your emotions, so as not to upset the addict. Anxiety was a surefire way to get our mother to drink more. That meant we weren’t able to show our emotions around her. Neither my sister or I wanted to be the cause of our mother’s drinking. As adults we now know that no matter what we did, our mom was going to drink.

Even today it’s like that. Our actions are not to blame for her decision to drink. Logically we both know this. Getting your mind to actually accept that can be easier said than done.

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Saturday Night Inspiration

I was just scrolling back through my posts on Instagram because it’s fun to do that sometimes. I came across a post from November 9, 2016. Or as I sometimes think of it, Orange Wednesday. #wompwomp

That post was an image of the Maya Angelou poem And Still I Rise. It isn’t as if I forgot about that poem between then and now, but seeing it made me remember how inspiring that particular piece was for me. So for anyone who is looking for a little encouragement or just needs to feel a little push in their soul, maybe this video will help you find what you’re looking for.

I hope you enjoy.

This Got Me In All the Feels

Thanks to Sophia Bush’s Instagram stories I just watched a video that depicts a young child who was separated from his parents at the border, attending an immigration hearing in Portland without legal representation or really anyone to explain to him what is going on. I would love to embed the video but that is not an option so if you would like to see it, please click here.

Now I’m not a parent, but there is a little boy in my life whom I love very, very much. Like I would happily give this kid a kidney, a lung, a piece of my liver, bone marrow, blood, plasma, anything I was a match to give him I would if he needed it. I adore this precious little boy and it absolutely breaks my heart to think of him being in a courtroom, separated from his mother and everything he knows with strangers speaking a foreign language he doesn’t understand. Imagine having these decisions being made about your life and you have absolutely no right and no say in anything that is happening.

His parents came here legally, seeking asylum and now they’re going to be detained indefinitely while Betsy DeVos makes money on it. Bethany Christian Services is one of the places where children are being sent from detention centers at the border. The unconfirmed figure they’re charging is $700/night/kid. Let that sink in, folks. Don’t tell me this isn’t about money or a get rich quick scheme. The people in charge here are vile, greedy souls and there is absolutely nothing remotely human or Christian about any one of them.

For the record, Bethany Christian Services has denounced this separation policy, citing it as abusive. Of course that’s not stopping them from collecting the outrageous fees they’re charging to house these children.

I don’t understand this. I don’t understand how people have become so uncaring and lack so much empathy. I don’t understand how they can see videos like the one I linked here and think that kid deserves what’s happening. I don’t understand how people can still vote for someone like Donald Trump, and these days, anyone running on the Republican side of things. I don’t understand being so hateful of complete strangers who only want to come here to be productive citizens and build better lives. Considering the vast majority of us are here now because of immigration, I think it would do everyone some good to stop and think about the circumstances under which their ancestors fled wherever they came from. Odds were, it wasn’t because they didn’t like paying taxes to the king of England.

The idea that these people could be detained for the rest of their lives, left in this awful purgatory, simply because they wanted a shot at having a better life is horrific to me.

And I don’t understand.

I don’t understand anyone who claims to be “pro-life” but supports treating people like animals. I don’t understand anyone who claims to be “pro-life” but would deny fellow human beings the opportunity to enjoy the same liberty and freedom as them simply because those people didn’t have the good luck to be born here.

Be better than that, y’all.

The world doesn’t need more hate.

I hope that by this time next year we will see children reunited with their families and that this regime of assholes will either be booted out of office thanks to the elections in November or they’ll be in prison for acts of treason.

Election day is November 6th. It’s not too late to register to vote. Make your voice heard. Show up at the polls. It’s so so important that everyone does their part so that things like this don’t happen. Politics aren’t fun but goddamn, is it important to know what’s happening in the world around you. Because today it might not be you they’re coming after but eventually, if they go unchecked long enough, it will be.

God save America.

We need it.

 

Keep Families Together

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Before we get started I want to say two things:

  1. I disabled comments on this entry because I don’t want to argue with people about immigration laws. The system is a mess.
  2. This is purely meant to be a purge for my many feelings on this issue. I’m going to put the rest of this entry under a cut so if you aren’t interested in reading my opinion on all this, then by all means feel free to skip it. You won’t hurt my feelings, believe me.

By continuing beyond the cut, you’re doing so at your own risk. You’ve been warned.

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Confrontation

I’m not generally afraid to speak my mind. I take my time when it comes to formulating an opinion on something because I don’t want it to come out sounding like a knee jerk reaction. I like to weigh the different sides of an argument before deciding where I stand on something. Obviously when it comes to the little things like cake vs pie or Coke vs Pepsi, it’s not really that life altering. That’s simple preference. When it comes to bigger, deeper issues it’s another story.

It’s also different when it comes to confronting something that means a lot to me. I can be an extremely passionate person if it’s the right subject. There are certain things that I am not going to budge on. I don’t care what studies you put in front of me or what argument you present. How I feel is how I feel and I’m not moving. So we can debate it, but don’t think I’m going to move around the spectrum. That said, addiction is something I have conflicting feelings about.

I see more than one side of it. I’ve watched enough Intervention on A&E to know that addiction is considered a medical condition, and I believe that it is. What I don’t really believe is that it’s not a choice. Four years ago I quit smoking cold turkey. I decided I was done and that was it. I smoked the last cigarette in my pack and that was it. Done deal. Is it that easy for others? No. My cousin’s wife has tried pretty much everything known to man to quit smoking and it just doesn’t work for her. He, on the other hand, and start and stop at will. I’m not going to pass judgement on people who do it different from me because whatever works for you is what works for you. But can we just agree that addiction is addiction, whether it’s cigarettes, shopping, heroin, food or even sex?

At some point, you do have a choice in the matter. No one just becomes a heroin addict. It’s not like you wake up one day and poof! you need to shoot up to get through the day. Whether you started off on some other drug and made your way over to heroin or you thought you could just do it once, you made a choice to give it a shot (no pun intended). Maybe the addict didn’t think they’d get hooked. Maybe they didn’t care because being high felt better than dealing with whatever drove them to use in the first place. Maybe they didn’t consider themselves and addict because a doctor prescribed those Oxycodone after a surgery.

I know in my family, no one thinks my mother’s problem is really “that bad” because she hasn’t lost her job, gotten a DUI, or dealt with any negative consequences aside from losing her relationship with my sister. Rather than everyone telling her maybe she should re-examine her choice to drink instead of have a relationship with her daughter, the majority of my family has decided that my sister is selfish and ungrateful for everything Mom has done for her. It’s a steaming pile of horeshit and I defend my sister every damn time someone tries to talk shit about her for making a decision about what was best for her own health.

And you don’t want to fight me when I get in that mode.

I say all this because as passionate as I can be and as quick as I am to stand up for the things I believe in, confrontation isn’t necessarily the easiest thing for me. Yet, I felt yesterday like things reached a crisis point. So I did what I needed to do and what I think my mom needed to hear. I told her I was extremely angry with her for the shitshow she was starring in the other night. I said a lot of things that I have been holding back for a long time. All those things I mentioned in my last post? I said them to her.

I was proud of myself for doing it. I don’t give my mom a hard time too often about how much she drinks but it’s getting really old. Not only is it beating me up, it’s taking a toll on her. She’s in her sixties now. Falling down drunk when you’re older and dealing with bone density issues is not a good idea. On top of all that, I really do want my mom to be happy. All the shit she’s been trying to bury isn’t going anywhere. Addiction never solves your problems; it just creates more of them.

She sat there stoically, rather stone faced, and agreed with me. I heard all the same things I’ve heard before about how tomorrow is a new day and she’s embarrassed about the way she behaved and she’s going to change. I told I don’t believe her. Of course I will do whatever I can to support her if she’s serious about wanting to kick her old habits and start newer, better ones, but I don’t have a whole lot of faith right now that she’s actually going to do it. Maybe it was a mistake to tell her that and I should have kept it to myself but this is definitely a situation where actions speak louder than words.

My sister doesn’t believe it either. She’s heard the same things I have. We’ve heard it several times in the past. Things might change for a day or two but ultimately, it’s right back to the way it is. It’s a lot of change and my mother hasn’t really tried to create a good support network. On the bright side, the enablers she used to spend a lot of time with have either moved away or died, so she doesn’t really have friends who can talk her down off the wagon. A friend of hers was visiting from Iowa for the last week and I was not at all sad to drop her off at the airport this morning.

Mom does not need to spend time with this broad. They are not good for each other when it comes to sobriety. They definitely feed off one another. It’s not something Mom needs in her life if she’s going to try to slow down her drinking.

So we’ll see what happens. I said what I needed to say and I hope that she meant what she said about getting better. I’ll believe it when she actually starts making appointments with a therapist or doing some research online about where she can get treatment. I don’t expect her to go to AA because I don’t think that’s really for her, but there are other options out there. Since she’s off work anyway because of her hand surgery, now seems like a great time to try to figure out a plan. She doesn’t have the work stress on her back, although she’s still slightly intoxicated tonight. So it’s not just about stress.

I know she’s not going to quit overnight. It’s a process. She didn’t get to where she is in a night. I just want to see improvements. Little by little, I want to see the drinking become less and I want to see her blossom into a person she hasn’t met yet.

A person I haven’t met yet.

So while I may not have faith, I do have hope. That’s the one thing I really can’t afford to lose.

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I found this on Instagram today and it made me laugh out loud for like five minutes, tears streaming down my face. If you have never seen The Office, do it. The episode where Michael burns his foot is HILARIOUS.

Happy Friday! I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Meg

Something I Don’t Talk About Enough

But I should.

Back in April of 2014 I posted about my mother’s addiction to alcohol. She said then that she was going to seek treatment. She lied. Maybe she didn’t lie; maybe the addiction wouldn’t allow it. Whatever the word is for it, treatment didn’t happen. She saw a therapist twice and I know she’s been prescribed drugs that are supposed to help with the urge to drink. The prescription is filled. Not one pill has ever been taken.

Last night I had to help my mother off the floor because she fell there. I know, I know, that is enabling behavior. I’m justifying it because she had carpal tunnel surgery 2 weeks ago. Truthfully, that should be all the more reason to let her stay where she was. If she doesn’t give a fuck about her own safety and welfare, then why should I? Why is her recovery more important to me than it is to her? So. Many. Questions.

Of course this morning there’s her usual chipper self like nothing happened last night. I’m angry as fuck but we won’t talk about that. No, best not. You know, because whether or not she knows it, she’s the only one who fucking matters around here. That’s what living with an alcoholic does. You can be the most giving, generous person to everyone else outside of your immediate reach but let me tell you, if you’re an alcoholic, you’re a selfish asshole. That’s right. And everyone who has to deal with your bullshit drinking problem thinks it.

They just don’t say it to your face.

Why? Because you’ve trained them not to.

And if you’re the child of an alcoholic, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

You know it’s better to just keep quiet and go with the flow so as not to upset the drinker. Then you’re just part of the problem. You’ve only made things worse. You don’t want to be the reason they drink more, even though on some level, you know they will anyway. Logically, I know I am not to blame for my mother’s drinking. She would do it no matter what her circumstances. She can invent all the excuses and justifications she wants for her behavior but at the end of the day, none of it matters. There will always be a reason for her to drink.

Rum will always win over me.

It won over my sister.

My mother acts like she’s some innocent victim. She’s not. My sister moved to Berlin back in 2011. My God, how different she is now. I am so proud of her for finding a life that suits her. She’s been working so hard to get healthy. Not just physically (which was quite a struggle for her) but also mentally and emotionally. Living with an alcoholic takes a serious toll on the people who have to live with it. I’ve been thinking about moving to California for the last few years. I see what getting away from our mother has done for my sister and on some level, I envy her. She’s doing exactly what she wants to do in her life and it’s wonderful. I don’t begrudge her anything. She did the right thing by leaving and I admire her for doing it.

A big part of why she left was because of our mother’s drinking. Last year she was able to get a job with a podcast that she is a huge fan of. It means working remote and being present on social media. Their already fragile relationship hit a breaking point when our mother decided to make some passive-aggressive comments on old photos she went way back to look at on Instagram. Now there’s no guarantee that any of my sister’s coworkers might have seen those comments but they’re not appropriate. That was the last straw, as far as my sister is concerned. She blocked our mother on every form of social media she could and then sent her a long email, detailing her feelings.

Speaking up for herself is something she couldn’t do when she left America. For many years she relied on me to be her voice because she didn’t know how to use her own. Not anymore. She cc’d me on the email because our mother likes to paint herself as the victim in her own life. Bullshit. So every time she gets all pouty because I’m having a conversation with my sister, I remind her that she made the choice to not have a relationship with her daughter. My sister loves our mother but she doesn’t like her very much right now.

And I fully support her decision to take care of herself first.

I need to start doing the same.

For the first time, I looked into Al-Anon meetings last night. I don’t really think they’re a good fit for me. I’m not a very religious person and that whole “let go and let God” mentality isn’t really one I want to adopt. I mean no disrespect to anyone who has that mentality or who has been attending those meetings. If that’s what works for you, then by all means, keep doing you. We’re all different, though, so what works for one may not work for another. I’m tempted to go anyway just to check it out and see what’s up. I know there are different meeting styles depending on where I go so it might be more than one I have to try before I find the right fit.

In the meantime, I have to figure out a way to distance myself from someone I live with. First of all, I need to stop cleaning up her messes. If she falls down, I’m not going to pick her up anymore. Let her figure it out on her own. She got herself there. She get can herself back. If she spills things, breaks things, or knocks things over I’m not coming to the rescue. Over the winter she bumped a wax tart warmer and got wax all over the carpet in the living room. Who was the one on the floor with paper bags and an iron to get the wax out of the carpet? NOT HER. I need to stop making the fallout from her drinking my problem. It’s not my problem.

Maybe if I stop fixing things for her she’ll realize what a mess she is.

The thought of leaving and moving to the west coast is scary to me. I’ve never lived on my own. My whole life I have lived with my mother. I don’t know what life is like without her there every single day. I think, though, it’s even scarier for her. See for me, there’s nothing but opportunity. I can make friends, find a new job, pursue my interests, and I get to do it all without worrying about the drunk at home waiting for me. For her, she’s never lived alone. She went from her parents to her first husband, to her second husband, to living with her kids. My mother doesn’t know how to be alone. Right now she thinks a dog is the answer to her problems. It’s not. It’s just another thing that will have to learn to cope with her behavior.

I know it’s not up to me to fix her. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Believe me, if that was in my power it would have been done long ago.

I want her to get better.

I want her to deal with whatever demons that are causing this.

I want her to grieve for her brother instead of hiding that pain.

I want her to repair her relationship with my sister so I don’t have to compartmentalize everything in my life to spare them both.

I want her to find friends who support her healthy habits instead of enabling the bad ones.

I want her to love herself.

I want her to find peace and serenity in who she is.

I want her to realize that she’s not weak. She’s been through some shit. She came out the other side of it. She can come out the other side of this too.

I want her to be healthy. No alcohol. No cigarettes.

I want her to make the decision for herself that she deserves a better life than the one she’s been living. Hiding out on her couch isn’t living.

I want to be able to have an honest conversation with her. I don’t know when the last time is I was able to have one. There have been bits and pieces that I have edited out or tucked away for as long as I can remember.

I want to get to a place where I want as many good things for myself as I want for her.

And that last thing on my list? That’s what living with an alcoholic does to you. It makes you put yourself last because everything in your life revolves around the person with the problem.

I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

So for anyone who is reading this and going through a similar struggle, just know that you’re not alone. We share the same dirty little secret. I hope that you’re doing whatever you can today to take care of yourself because you deserve that. We all do.

Now I’m going to get back to reading Like A Queen by Constance Hall because she inspires me to be a better person and a better Queen.

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I hope everyone has a wonderful day.

Meg

I Visited GusGus Yesterday

He slept most of the time I was there. He had his first doctor’s appointment on Tuesday. He’s doing great. He’s gaining back the weight he initially lost. Right now he’s battling a blocked right tear duct, but that’s not a big deal. A round of antibiotic salve should clear it up. It seemed to be helping yesterday. He’s just the sweetest little cuddlebug. I adored him. 

I’m no professional photographer, but these pictures turned out great. Just me and a cellphone. Instagram helped with the black and white aspect. I’m a sucker for black and white photography. The last picture is my favorite. I’m going to get that framed for his Mom. Someday soon we’ll all marvel that he was ever so tiny. I’m going to enjoy it while I can. 

This Magic Moment

I still can’t believe it actually happened. This is something I, and a lot of other Cubs fans, never thought we’d get to see. It’s not a dream; it’s dream come true.

Now I haven’t been a fan as long as some of my family members have. This win brought tears to my aunt and uncle’s eye. My family isn’t a big time sports family. We don’t make a big deal of having football on at Thanksgiving and we don’t talk about who we think is going to the Super Bowl. My mom is a White Sox fan (I’ve forgiven her) but the rest of my family – the baseball lovers – are Cubs fans. I grew up listening to Harry Caray on the radio calling the games. If it was baseball season and I went to my aunt and uncle’s house, odds were there was Harry’s voice playing on AM radio, giving the play by play. As a kid, I remember sitting in the upper deck at one Cubs game and Wrigley field wasn’t very full that day. I remember being pretty cold. I couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 at the time, and I had no appreciation for baseball whatsoever.

I played softball for a year in junior high school, but I’ve never really been the super athletic type, so one year was all I played. It was enough to really get me to love the game and to be able to appreciate it from a spectator’s perspective. Honestly, it wasn’t until the White Sox won the World Series back in ’05 that I really came to a decision about which Chicago baseball team was the one for me. While I was kind of indifferent to the win in ’05, it got me to realize that at some point every Chicagoan has to make a choice on which side of the city they’re going to root for. We’re all for Chicago so that’s a cop out answer, in my humble opinion.

The second realization I made was that White Sox games were boring as hell. The announcers bored me almost to the point of thinking watching paint dry would be more entertaining. It just didn’t appeal to me whatsoever. But the Cubs? Now they’re fun to watch. I didn’t start watching or paying attention regularly until ’06, but I’ve been a fan ever since. When the Cubs won the National League Central Division back in ’08 I went to the rally with my aunt, who is a long-time Cubs fan. It was a great day and a fantastic rally. There were high hopes for that team to get further the following season, but things fell apart. Players moved on to different teams, as did the management. It just wasn’t the right blend of guys to go all the way.

I’ll admit, life got a little busy and I stopped paying such close attention for a while. Then this season started and I was hearing all these great things about the team this year. There was a lot of favor on them going into the regular season this year. A few mid-season additions to the team really brought things together. They finished the season 17 games ahead of everyone else. That is just amazing.

Most of the friends I used to hang out with were Sox fans. They talked a lot of shit about the Cubs, still boasting about the World Series win in ’05. We won’t talk about what the Sox did this year because it’s not even worth mentioning. As my own mother said, “They suck.” I think that about sums it up. But I refused to be a bandwagon jumper and switch sides because that’s not what Cubs fans do. Cubs fans, the real ones, stick around whether the team is winning or losing. We never give up the hope that there’s always next year. We remember the Billy Goat Curse, which is now officially broken. We remember – and joke about – Steve Bartman. Legends like Jim Brickhouse, Harry Carary, Ron Santo, Bill Williams, Ryne Sandburg and Mr. Cub himself, Ernie Banks are names that are burned into our memories.

Now we accept a new roster.

Javier Baez, Ben Zobrist, Dexter Fowler, Jason Heyward, Anthony Rizzo, Kris Bryant, Jon Lester, Willson Contreras, Miguel Montero, Kyle Schwarber, Jake Arrieta, Kyle Hendricks, Aroldis Chapman, Addison Russel, Jorge Soler, Albert Almora, John Lackey and David Ross are now names that no Cubs fan will ever forget.

I am blown away by how this win has brought together so many people. The city today was just… I have no words to describe it and I wasn’t even there. I made the decision not to go downtown, knowing what a madhouse it was going to be. I chose to watch the parade and the rally in Grant Park from the comfort of my own home and it was glorious. To see the love these players have for each other and to know they are always going to be bonded together as the ones who broke this curse even had me a little choked up. I’m proud of the people who were in Wrigleyville on Wednesday night, waiting outside of the Wrigley Field for the marquee to light up.

I’m proud that they didn’t damage store fronts. There were no riots, overturned cars and no violence. Only 14 people were arrested for disorderly conduct and 35 people were taken to the hospital with minor injuries, most of them alcohol related. Chicago gets a bad rap because of the gun violence that primarily plagues the south side of the city. No one was shot. No one was killed. People were high fiving the police down there. Spirits were high. It was a night of celebration and it stayed that way. That is what I like to see happening.

Chicago is a great city built on tradition and we do have our own culture here. I love to see the city represented in such a positive way. It’s not all gangsters and gun violence. Although if I catch you putting ketchup on a hot dog, I have no choice but to ridicule you until the end of time. It’s deeply ingrained in me. Oh, and should you ever visit, don’t think you can fold a slice of deep dish and eat it like a slice in New York. Chicago pizza isn’t for the faint of heart. You will need a knife and fork for it, and even the great Jon Stewart can suck it for his mockery of it.

There’s a possibility this might be my last baseball season in Chicago, so to go out on a World Series win means a lot to me. Everything I’ve been doing lately, I’ve done with the mindset that it might be the last time I get to see it. I’ve enjoyed seeing the fall colors in the woods and I’m even looking forward to a little bit of snow this winter because I sure won’t be getting it out west. Nothing’s for sure decided yet, but there’s talks to be had to figure things out. One things’s for sure, wherever I go and whatever I do, my heart will always belong to Chicago and will always bleed Cubbie Blue.

Right now, I’m mostly happy that I don’t have to hear shit from White Sox fans for a while. My mother borrowed one of my Cubs shirts today when we went out to lunch. I promised not to tell any of her friends who are Sox fans. For years I’ve had “Go Cubs Go” on my phone, and for a long time there were a lot of people in my life who laughed about it.

The Cubs will never win the World Series.

You’re wasting your time.

Sox will always be better than the Cubs.

They’re entitled to their wrong opinions. When I see salty Sox fans on Facebook who are still talking shit I just shake my head. I take comfort in knowing that next year is finally here. On our way out of the restaurant where we had lunch today I told my mom I feel bad for Sox fans. When she asked why I told her because I never see any joy in their games. They never look like they’re having fun. How can you at Progressive Rate Field. They went from The Cell (U.S. Cellular Field) to The Sellout. No one’s writing songs about them. Even after they won the World Series no one wrote a song. There are two that I know of. I sang “Go Cubs Go” with the other fans watching the rally in the restaurant with us. The other was written by Eddie Vedder.

The song was written the night before fantasy camp started, and was requested by Mr. Cub himself, Ernie Banks. Being a lifelong Cubs fan, Eddie was more than happy to oblige. The rest is history, and the song is a beautiful tribute. Not just to the players who have come and gone, but to the fans who have stuck it out through decades of close calls and sometimes, terrible seasons of drought. It’s not easy being a Cubs fan sometimes, but it certain has its shining moments.

Today was the crown jewel.

Has the World Gone Mad?

I think the obvious answer to that question is YES.

I haven’t posted on this blog in over nine months. It’s not because I’ve been lacking in opinions or things to say. I should start keeping a list of all the things I mean to blog about. If the app for WordPress was better I might even try blogging on the fly. So why today? What finally tipped the scales?

Two things.

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#FeelTheBern

If you’re not interested in politics, please turn back now or you’re in for a really boring read.

I want to start by saying that for all intents and purposes, that I am a liberal. Hell, you might even call me a socialist. I see nothing wrong with that. Maybe I’m a liberal with socialist tendencies? I don’t know. I’m not that deeply entrenched in politics. I have a lot to learn but I’m paying attention. Not just to what the democratic party is saying, but what the republican party is saying as well. Though I will say that what I hear from the republican side these days is a lot more name calling and outright lying than I would expect from adults who expect to be elected to the highest office this country has.

What made me want to write this post was a status a friend posted on Facebook. He’s a good guy and I generally like him. He’s hilarious, most of the time. Our political views really couldn’t be much more on opposite ends of the spectrum. I try not to engage him in too many debates because instead of having an open dialogue about things, he turns into one of those smug, sarcastic types who doesn’t really want to discuss it at all; he just wants to be right. I should also mention that he was born in ’87 and considers Reagan to be his hero. Draw whatever conclusions from that you’d like. I’ll keep mine to myself.

What my friend said was:

“Hi, I’m Hillary Clinton. Everything that has ever reflected poorly on me is someone else’s fault. Vote for me because I’m a woman.”

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