Earlier this year I wrote a post…on being bombarded with unsolicited email forwards of the Jesus loves everyone but Obama must die a painful death persuasion.

They ceased for some time, but have suddenly started up again in the past couple of weeks.

(To be clear, I hate stupid email forwards from the left just as much.)

Gah.

A couple of days ago, I received another message from the cult. They’re always so sweet to include me!

It was addressed to a large number of people.

Regarding the woman’s request that her email be removed prior to forwarding?

Request Denied.

To put things in context, here is the link from above.

Upon opening the email, I chuckled a little.

No big deal.

Then I took off all my clothes, ran naked around my neighborhood, with ice picks in my ears screaming FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP.

After I put my clothes back on, I hit reply all to the message.

Without actually checking who all was.

One. Last. ZING!

I didn’t think too much more about it, minus a couple of laughs with my husband, until a couple of hours later.

I was typing away frantically, trying to meet a deadline, when this email from my mom came in.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, noooooo.

Maybe next time I send a snarky email, I should check to be sure my mom, and the church I grew up in, are not on the list.

I replied back with, “It was an accident. But, hey, at least I didn’t drop any motherfuckers or god damn its right?

RIGHT?

I promised myself that this time around, that during this election season, I would stay quiet.

I wouldn’t post political statuses.

I wouldn’t recommend any political articles on Facebook.

Of course, I would allow myself to “like” them. Because “liking” something on Facebook is the ultimate form of passive-aggressiveness…

Oh, I’m sorry that you saw that I liked the fact that this guy said you were an idiot. I didn’t realize that was going to be on my timeline. I certainly wasn’t intentionally throwing my opinion in your face. Even if I am right.

Unfortunately, I’ve not gone as politically incognito as I’d planned.

What’s that saying?

Never discuss religion or politics?

Admittedly, and this is not breaking news, I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when it comes to all of the things. Especially, the things I believe strongly in, the things that really matter to me.

But, I do often regret posting links to political articles. Not because I don’t agree with them, but because I don’t want to be lumped in with the drinking the Kool-Aid crowd.

A crowd that I absolutely think exists…on both sides.

You know, the sheep.

But, me? I think and decide for myself.

I don’t watch MSNBC or Fox News, because I know what their aim is: to make money off of manipulating and igniting people’s feelings and vulnerabilities.

In my opinion, these networks have found their niche and are nothing more than blatant propaganda.

Now, if we could jump in my super-cool time machine and visit the eight year old me, you’d find I haven’t changed much at all.

I’m still an overly-sensitive, overly-emotional, bleeding heart, who wants to rescue everything and everyone.

The only difference now, is that I’m not as afraid of voicing my beliefs. I care much less about offending someone. And, I say fuck…a lot.

Yes, if one had to predict back then which political party eight year old Allison would be affiliated with as an adult, the left would have won in a landslide.

I’ve heard it all before.

The bleeding heart liberal comments, meant to be taken as a negative putdown and terrible criticism. They always make me chuckle a little…someone slamming me for wanting to do good by others, human or animal.

How dare I care!

But, rather than trying to eloquently explain how I arrived here, and what’s formed my opinions, I childishly fight back with insults of my own.

Selfish. Bigot. Unpatriotic. Nationalists. Bible-thumpers.

Never taking the time to ask others what has led to their beliefs, but desperately wanting them to know what’s led mine.

I was raised in a very conservative household. Most of my eldest family members are die-hard Republicans, of the Fox News variety.

And, I had, what some would say, a privileged upbringing; never wanting for much.

I’m the opposite of a minority.

I am white, straight, and financially comfortable.

I am the poster child for Republicans.

And, yet, I’m a bleeding heart liberal…the black-sheep of the family.

Much of this is surely due to those innate personality traits that I have no control over.

I cry when I see a slug in pain. I cry about most everything. I internalize the pain of other beings. I always have. Am I too sensitive and completely irrational? Sometimes. But, I wouldn’t trade it. It has allowed me to connect with people and animals in a way, and on a level, that I don’t think I could have otherwise.

I cherish that.

However, there are certainly external experiences that have solidified my liberal leanings, and made them stronger. As is the case for everyone, right or left.

For one, there are people I love, who have been unable to survive on their own. But, luckily, they’ve been given everything, lifted up, and supported in their time of need by people who love them.

So, I often wonder what would happen if she didn’t have family to support her? What if she didn’t have anyone to help her with food, and shelter, and medical expenses?

Would other people help her? Would there be a safety net in place for her?

Or, would she be homeless, starving on a street corner, or under a bridge somewhere?

If she didn’t have us, would I want her living in a society where it’s every man for himself?

The thought of someone I love not being lent a helping hand in their time of need? The thought of them being told to fend for themselves? The thought of them being forgotten and swept aside?

It terrifies me.

Because, the cold hard truth is that, the only reason she is alive today is because she does have a family who loves her and, more importantly, one who has the resources to help her.

But, how many people just as worthy as she is don’t have a family who is willing and able to support them?

Are their lives not worth as much because they aren’t as lucky?

I want to live in a country that helps those who have no place else to turn.

A country full of people who, when they see a homeless guy, or mentally ill person, or a drug addict, ask themselves, “What if that were my family member, or someone that I love? Wouldn’t I want someone to help them, if I wasn’t around, or able, to do so?”

Rather than in a country where people’s brothers, sisters, cousins, friends, and loved ones, are labeled as moochers and freeloaders, because they’ve been unable to make it on their own because of fill in the blank.

Becoming a parent has also proven to strengthen my beliefs.

I often hear people say they are voting for the right because of “family values.”

But, here’s the thing, family values are subjective.

They are not one size fits all.

And, I too, am voting for the left because of family values.

My family values.

When I take a step back and look at both candidates, I wonder if either one of them will really be any different once elected.

My guess? Not so much.

For two reasons:

Once elected both will inevitably gravitate closer to the center, and not act on half of those things that outrage one side and appease the other.

And, as for our current economic state, barring any drastic measures, I don’t believe the President has much influence over it. It’s cyclical, and is going to even out on it’s own, and in it’s own time.

To me, who we elect is much more about the message that it sends, and the tone that is sets, than anything else.

Which brings me back around to family values, and the kind of message I want my boys being exposed to, and the kind of people I want as their role models.

(And, no I’m not talking about every Republican that exists, I know plenty that also don’t drink the Kool-Aid, I’m just talking about the overall message of the party right now.)

When I hear The Right propose a ban on gay marriage, to me, it’s synonymous with bullying. It sends a message that it’s okay to discriminate against someone who is different than you, as long as you’re in the majority. To me, it’s no different than a a group of kids singling out someone who is different than them, punching them in the gut, taking their lunch money, and banishing them to sit alone at a separate table in the school cafeteria.

Ditto on religious intolerance.

What if one of my children is gay? Or a practicing Muslim? Imagine one day discovering that your own mother voted for someone who thinks you are less than?

When I hear a bunch of old, white men, attempting to make decisions for women, to me, it’s no different than if I were to teach my boys that it’s acceptable to try to control and disrespect their female counterparts.

When I hear people shout that we should be an every man for himself society, to me, it’s the same as raising my children not to stick up for people, and to not practice empathy and compassion.

I simply refuse to teach my kids that it’s acceptable to discriminate, bully, and fail to stick up for others, no matter how much power, influence, or privilege they may have.

So, you see, these are my family values, and why I vote the way I vote.

Kool-Aid hasn’t a damn thing to do with it.

And, no matter the outcome of this election, I will continue teaching my boys what I think is right and wrong.

Just as I will continue to kick and scream and voice my beliefs, and probably call people assholes and bigots along the way, no matter how much I try to restrain myself.

Because, when it comes down to it, my family values are just as valuable as yours.

Update: Tomorrow is Spirit Day. So, slip on your purple and proudly stand by your LGBT loved ones, as you stand up against bullying!

I saw this on my friend Faiqa’s Facebook page recently.

I love it, and believe there are people out there from all the sides of all the agendas that can, and often do, appreciate, model and act on this sentiment.

I think most humans are decent. And, if you take a step back, the person you are arguing with, the one that lives in your computer, is likely one of the most.

Sometimes our big balls on the internet make our hearts and minds look smaller, or make us seem angrier than we really are.

Or maybe we really are that angry, and sitting behind our computers and shouting our frustrations, is the easiest way to let it all out.

But, in real life, very few of us would communicate our views so aggressively.

Because, when personally interacting with someone, it’s easier to get a feel of their true character, and understand how their personal experiences have molded their outlook on the world. We get a much deeper understanding when sitting face to face, than when we judge someone solely by their Facebook likes or the profile picture of them shotgunning a beer.

(I first wrote “bear” instead of “beer” in the previous sentence. Shotgunning a bear is so much worse and less fun than shotgunning a beer.)

I’m so guilty of raging from behind my computer screen, seeing things through my black and white lenses. But, when I do it, it seems acceptable, because I’m right.

Of course.

Yesterday, I saw judgement and insensitivity strewn all across my computer screen.

Stuff like this.

And, I immediately engaged, judging the judgers, as I do so well.

But, these people, the ones pointing fingers at the victims and shaming them, baffle me.

I’d like just one of them to tell me that they’ve never gone five miles over the speed limit, when running late to school. Or, have never left their kid alone in the other room for a few minutes longer than they should have.

If we were to put a microscope on every single parenting choice we’ve made, the what-ifs would be terrifying.

Where is the support for our fellow (wo)man? Why are we so quick to attack and knock each other down? How does this make someone feel better about themselves?

And I’m sure someone will say to me, “Oh, you hippie-chick idealist, we live in the real world. Deal with it.”

And, yes, I can be an idealist. But, what the hell is wrong with wanting to believe that there’s more good than bad in the world, or trying to make the bad a tiny bit better?

But, as idealistic as I can be, I’m certainly not naive.

I know how messed up things are in this county, and in this world.

I know that our gun laws are too lax.

I know that there are crazy people in this world.

I know that guns kill people.

I know that people kill people.

I know that most people with guns don’t kill people.

I know that mental health in this country is sub-par, at best.

I know that one can be so proud of their country, as I am, and still acknowledge that there are things we can do to make it better. In fact, if you ask me, THAT is the true definition of loving your country. Change and adaptation are not evil or bad things. They are, in fact, a necessity.

And, I know that if we don’t stop acting like spoiled babies, refusing to even entertain the notion that the other side may have some valid points, we are fucked.

Why is it all our nothing?

Why is someone who collects AK-47′s not willing to say, “You know what? If it makes our country safer, I can find another fucking hobby.”

Why can’t others say, “You can have your hunting rifles, let’s just tighten things up a bit,” rather than, “You can’t own any guns at all!”

Why does it have to be all or nothing and us against them?

We teach our kids all day long to work together, respect one another, and play nice. Meanwhile, we sit in our corners with our arms crossed, singing la-la-la I can’t hear you, when someone disagrees with us.

A country of stubborn infants is what we’ve become.

As I was getting ready for bed, I felt deflated and disappointed in people.

Then, this popped up in my inbox, and, unbeknownst to her, the timing couldn’t have been better.

My god, I can’t even tell you how much I appreciated this.

Anne, taking a couple of minutes of her time to write this, changed my entire week.

I’m positive she had no idea how much it would mean to me.

But, all those things we think are unimportant or don’t matter, the things we don’t have time for (but, really do)….they matter.

If we all stopped and took a minute to lift someone up, rather than knock them down, just imagine how good…how much less toxic…things could be.

Also, just to be sure, because, you know, I have zero verification that this was written by his real nurse.

(I did, however, tweet the clinic my post on the ordeal, and they ensured me it would be shared with Luca’s doctors and nurses. So, maybe it is.)

Admittedly, though, it’s possible I’m sharing this to fluff myself, due to my parenting insecurities and paranoia from this week’s events. But-but-but, I’m also writing it to have record of it all…manuscripts of memories to share with my kids one day. And-and-and, also to show how a few words can change someone’s day from bad to good.

(But, probably mostly because fuck yeah I’m an awesome mom, so take that haters who exist only in my mind!)

Finally, as I was finishing out my thoughts, and my day, this bright-red cherry plopped itself right on top of everything…

This was in reply to me sharing her show-dates on Facebook…

(Which, you should totally check out if you’re in the area. I’ve known her since we were fourteen years old. She’s the real deal.)

Two people took the time to share their positive feelings with me, to lift me up with their words, and say things out loud that most of us only think.

It seems way too simple, I know. But, I truly believe, if we all treated one another this way, the road to positive change wouldn’t seem so impossibly long and out of reach.

Thanks for taking the time to read my thoughts….xo

The only childhood memory I have of politics is sitting around the television with my family, waiting to find out if Reagan had been reelected.

And, boy, how I wanted him to win.

Because, my mom did, so, of course.

I was eight and had yet to discover the concept of free thinking. And, I was pretty sure it was illegal to think differently than your parents.

It wasn’t until I began approaching the legal voting age, that I realized I could have my own opinions on all of the things.

The freedom to think for myself was so….freeing.

As I began to understand political parties, and all they represent, it dawned on me that I wasn’t a die-hard Republican, like most of my family. In fact, my bleeding heart and desire to save the world, placed me on the exact opposite end of the political spectrum of bullshit.

I remember the day I came out to my mom. We were standing on opposite sides of an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt display, and I shouted over the blaring music, “I DIDN’T VOTE FOR BUSH!”

*Record scratch*

Gasp!

At first, I think my mom thought I’d inhaled too much Abercrombie cologne, but I said it again, and louder this time, with less of a catch in my voice.

I didn’t vote for Bush!

By her reaction, you would have thought I’d just proclaimed my dream to be the first American female suicide bomber.

From then on, my mom and I have had more heated political disputes than I can count. One even ended with me crying tears of world peace, onto my bacon, at a local breakfast diner.

The women in my family are of the dramatic variety, a gene which I definitely inherited.

I also inherited stubbornness, a loud mouth, and way too much passion over things, and people, that I don’t have the power to change.

Now, when it comes to fiscal shit, I don’t dig in too deep. Like I’ve said before, math and numbers make me itchy and nervous and nauseous. I usually only go so far as to say that I think both sides need to bend more and give a little (insert sex joke here). You know, if we could possibly cut spending and raise taxes, maybe we’d all be better off.

But, who the fuck cares about moderation anymore, right? As long as their team is winning.

Moving on…

My true passion lies with social issues.

In a nutshell…

I believe that every child deserves the same education and healthcare that my child is privileged enough to have.

I believe that the poorest of the poor deserve the same access to healthcare that I’m lucky enough to have.

I believe that everyone deserves equal rights when it comes to who they choose to marry.

And, I believe that no one has the right to tell me what to do with my body….my lady-bits in particular.

Contrary to how that last part may sound, I’m far from what you’d call a feminist.

Open the door for me? Help me carry this heavy box? Pay for my dinner? Earn all the money and let me stay home and fuck around online? SIGN ME UP! Just don’t tell me what to do with my vagina.

Seriously, though, these are things I’m inflexible on; and things I’d be happy to pay extra taxes for, because I know that the situation we’re all born into is merely a big, fucking, crap-shoot. Some of us are members of the lucky sperm club, but so many are not. I could have just as easily been born into nothing…and have nothing….but, I’m one of the lucky ones, the privileged, as they say.

And, it’s because of my strong beliefs on these issues, that I could never bring myself to cast a vote for a Republican. Well, at least not the latest breed of them, anyway.

This is where things get tricky for me. Trying to reconcile my strong “to each his own” philosophy with my “how the fuck can you think that way” heart-speak, is a tough row to hoe.

I pride myself on being open-minded and respectful to the beliefs of others. And, although I may not understand or agree with it, it’s hard to argue when someone doesn’t want to pay higher taxes, to help those who have less. It’s their money and their prerogative, like it or not.

But, this maturity of mine goes to shit the moment I hear someone say they’re opposed to gay marriage. I turn into a know-it-all and a martyr, and the ranting begins.

Sadly, this nation’s political climate has become so divisive that it’s become difficult to see people as individuals. Everyone is lumped together on one side or the other…with the Ron Paul’ers somewhere on their own planet.

I shamefully admit to judging someone when I see Republican or I love Jesus on their Facebook profile. I automatically assume they’re against equal rights, or healthcare, or letting women make decisions for themselves.

I also sometimes assume they shout things like, Barack HUSSEIN Obama, and SHOW ME YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE YOU DAMN KENYAN! (This is the shit I have no problem judging because, come on, really? Really? Give me an intelligent argument and then we can talk.)

Anyway, I recently had a conversation with a friend, one who considers herself to be more right than left. But, in this current climate, she feels alienated by the extremists and, in turn, has become politically apathetic.

“I just don’t vote at all anymore, because I can’t handle the gay marriage debate. I DON’T CARE WHO SOMEONE ELSE MARRIES!”

This is where I get really confused. Because, based on my understanding of the Republican Party, my assumption would be that every conservative would think this way. Because, hello, less government. But, sadly, it seems much of the party, or maybe just the loud ones, have instead gone the way of: less government *gays-and-women-do-not-apply.

I always fail to read the god damn fine print.

Every time I browse the headlines, I see hateful rhetoric coming from the opposing team. Sadly, I’ve been brainwashed over time, much like those that spew this hate, into thinking that all Republicans feel this way.

But, after having a few conversations with conservative friends and family, who aren’t against gay marriage (my mom included), I realized I was being an ass by measuring someone up solely by which party they identify with.

Which is the same as people assuming that I love all things Democrat. Because, if they bothered to ask, they’d discover I’m the wife of someone who works in the Finance and Energy Industry, and that I was less than keen on the whole Occupy Wall Street movement.

I always shout that people need to think for themselves, yet I was failing to do the same.

So, rather than holding onto my assumptions, and standing with my arms crossed in my we are the world except for you asshole corner, I decided it would be more productive, and adult(ish), to actually engage the others, and ask them questions.

(trying to prove a point here.) How many of you call yourself a Republican and are NOT against gay marriage? (I say there are a lot)

— Allison Zapata (@allisonzapata) July 6, 2012

And BOY how they answered.

And, then my head exploded from the confusion, and my heart burst from the relief.

Because, it turns out? Not all Republicans are dicks about equal rights…

“I’m on the republican/libertarian border and am NOT against gay marriage.”

“Weighing in late, but I lean republican, as does most of my family, and we all support gay marriage. Old and young. Unfortunately, it’s the vocal minority that gets all the attention. And the other 95% of us get a bad rap because of it.”

“My parents are DIEHARD republicans & very catholic. And they are NOT against gay marriage. My Dem in-laws? Are against it.”

“Most – if not all – of the Republicans I know support gay marriage. They are all 40 or under. I think that’s the key fact.”

“Is this the same as Catholics being OK with gay marriage? Like not everything applies?”

“If I have to choose one of the two parties, I’m a republican. I’m completely FOR gay marriage. I’m also pro-choice. My parents and hubby feel the same way too — all registered Republicans.”

“I’m a libertarian, but I’m conservative and can’t love gay marriage more.”

“Um, me. But people say that makes me NOT a “true” Republican. (whatever that means)”

“I’m repub and support gay marriage ”

“I’m libertarian (but vote republican BC I don’t want to waste my vote) and I’m for gay marriage!”

“I’m all for two hot chicks filing a joint tax return.”

“I’m republican and I fully support gay marriage. Heterosexual marriage, not so much.”

“I’m for love… And whom ever shares it. LGBT.”

“I’m republican, live in Massachusetts and don’t really care who gets married.”

“I’m pretty republican. And I’m just fine with gay marriage. I think conservative political views and conservative religious views typically go hand in hand in the media. Republican is a political affiliation, conservative is a way of thinking. I am in no way a conservative religious person but my fiscal and political views are more conservative than not.”

“I’m an independent and absolutely for gay marriage. I’m convinced that in 50 years we’ll look back on this time as we now do interracial marriage when it was banned. I’ve yet to see an argument against gay marriage that’s not based in religion, and that really crisps my cookies. Religion has no place in our government, and I don’t think gay marriage should even be up for a vote: it’s a civil rights issue.”

“Fiscal conservative, social libertarian – love and let love, baby. The fringes on both sides fill the airwaves, but I’m guessing most Americans really don’t care.”

“I was a republican, but I lost faith in both parties. I am fiscally conservative, socially liberal. 100% support gay marriage. I don’t even understand why it’s a question. And my name is Gary VanDerMolen. I have no problem standing with the LGBT community for equal rights.”

“I’m a conservative not against gay marriage. My take – how can we force our beliefs on those who don’t believe the same? I should also add that I am an evangelical Christian that really doesn’t understand the church’s stance on this topic. -) my thought is that IF being gay is a sin, it’s still not a belief that can be forced on those who don’t believe that way.”

Sidenote: I took things a step further, like I usually do, asking…

Great answers. Now, any republican followers against gay marriage? And can explain why without referencing the bible? If ur ballsy, tell me!

— Allison Zapata (@allisonzapata) July 7, 2012

And, not surprisingly, the only thing I received in return was…

*CRICKETS*

Either because no one had an answer that wasn’t based on religion, or because they knew there was a good chance I’d kick them in the balls.

And, while I’m absolutely thrilled by the overwhelming number of answers I received from pro-equal rights Republicans, I’m still left wondering one thing.

How can one cast a vote for a person that doesn’t believe in something as important as equal rights for all?

Why aren’t the thousands of good guys not speaking up and shouting that this hateful rhetoric and discrimination is unacceptable?

If it’s true that people really do have the power to make a difference, then why aren’t more of them standing in unison against the loud minorities, and yelling, “YOU DO NOT REPRESENT US!”

Because that would be the kind of right I could get behind.

First off, let me make it really clear that this is not a post about bashing people who believe differently than I do. While it’s true, I have very strong opinions on politics, and everything else, this is absolutely not the space for them.

Plus, I love it that we all have such different views on things.

Diversity is rad, and I embrace it.

(The judgment, I can do without.)

I have friends who are Republican, Democrat, Independent, and friends who don’t care about anything other than the legalization of marijuana and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.

Different strokes for different folks and, as long as you don’t try and shove your opinions down the throats of others, it’s all good.

I mean, you and I may have different views on how the economy should be handled, but I welcome it.

I’m all for intelligent discourse.

Besides, I’m more of a social issues girl, anyway. Numbers make me all dizzy and nauseous, and sometimes itchy.

But (oh, stop, you knew it was coming), the moment someone attempts to support their logic with hate (homophobia, racism), religion (the kind that makes them intolerant to other beliefs), or erroneous information, all I hear is blah blah blah.

And, if you attempt to shove your dogmatic views down my throat when I’ve never even asked your opinion?

My head might explode.

It’s rude and much too personal.

Sometimes when this happens, I’m simply no longer interested in engaging. Other times, steam begins to shoot out my ears, my head spins around, and I can do nothing but engage.

Keeping my mouth shut is, admittedly, a big fault of mine. But, there is one thing you can count on. I would NEVER send someone an unsolicited email shouting my beliefs at them, while telling them their own are wrong.

And this, my friends, is how we got to right now.

There are people who insist on sending me political and religious emails, most of which can be disproven with a thirty second Google search. You know the ones, they exist on both ends of the political spectrum, and almost always consist of bogus information and scare tactics.

It began months ago.

The first few times it happened, I politely asked to be removed from the list.

Nothing.

So, then I resorted to the trusty Reply All —> send a Snopes Link move, hoping I’d just annoy myself right off the list.

Again, nothing. They kept coming.

Then I began to get angry.

Angry at my Gmail filter for ignoring me when I shouted that these emails were junk. And pissed off at these people for being so incredibly rude.

I think it was the one that read, “Watch this video of our UGLY First Lady. God Bless,” that sent me over the edge.

Sorry, but I highly doubt God would bless that kind of shit.

Sidenote: I let a lot of dumb emails slide.

Like, those that claim you must forward to twenty people by four o’clock, or you will turn into Teen Wolf at midnight and burn in the fiery embers of hell for all of eternity.

Dumb? For sure.

But, I get that these people are superstitious. And probably really old. And since they’re not mean-spirited,  I click delete and move on.

And I may have let these emails slide, too, but they were mean spirited.

Built with hateful rhetoric.

And when it comes to that kind of talk, the dude does not abide.

So, I did what I do best and ran my mouth. I’m not exactly sure if my goal was to change their minds or piss them off.

Probably a little of both.

Below is the actual transcript, copied and pasted, of this exchange (leaving out the repetitive ones). All names have been replaced (except mine) with Muppet characters, to protect the outraged.

Because Muppets make everything more fun!

Ain’t no party like a Muppet party cause a Muppet party don’t stoooooop!

(Sorry.)

And, also, because I’m not that big of a dick.

Think of this as a sort of Public Service Announcement, if you will, on what happens when you send these types of emails.

Everyone gets all huffy and puffy and bent out of shape. And no one can even see or hear anyone else, from so high up on their horse. In the end, everyone ends up taking their ball and walking away, leaving with the exact same opinions and convictions that they started with.

It’s a lose-lose situation, for sure.

So, unless you’re sure someone feels the same way you do, please refrain from adding them to your ranty, opinionated, personal emails.

Because, mark my words, it will always turn into a shit-show.

Much like the one below.

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Hilda:

Catholic Election AD to air soon!

WHOA!! You have GOT TO SEE this 3-minute ad……….and pass it along to everyone you know!!   (It’s actually just over 2 minutes and then there are credits…..)

THE MOST IMPORTANT ELECTION IN AMERICAN HISTORY IS COMING UP. THIS IS TRULY A DECISIONAL ELECTION FOR OUR COUNTRY. EITHER WE RETURN TO THE VALUES AND FREEDOMS GIVEN TO US BY GOD AND BRING GOD BACK OR WE HAND OVER OUR RIGHTS AND FREEDOMS TO LEAD US INTO ANOTHER COMMUNIST NATION, WITHOUT GOD, WITHOUT RELIGION, ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT AND ONE WORLD CURRENCY.

Things are heating up here in the Texas Governor race.

Take my neighbors for example.

Each had a sign for their candidate.

But obviously that wasn’t enough, so one of them added a sign.

HMPH! Said the other neighbor. Two can play at that game.

I wonder which one will put up the “My Dick? It’s the Biggest on the Block!” sign first.

*I’ve been a bad blogger lately. Haven’t been able to put anything down that is worthy of my super amazing readers. But, I’m on it, you guys!

Stay tuned….