If You’re Forced To Defend Your Positions

I’m the first to tell ya that I’m new to this whole gig.  I’m 42 and for the first 38 years of my life I couldn’t care less about politics and politicians.*  Not until I realized we were going to see a double primary did I really begin to pay attention.  And even then, it was cursory.

As they began to heat up, I can remember saying to colleagues of mine at the office that if Romeny didn’t win the Republican nomination, I could support this guy Obama.  Something new I told myself.  Then I listen to what he was saying.

And I’ve been hooked.

I love being challenged by Mo And Scott.  The boys over at Poison Your Mind know how to bring it.  I get support from Sean and Alan and Vern.

But if I’ve learned one thing, it’s not so much HOW to defend your positions; it’s WHERE:

If I’m slow to respond/blog, it’s not that I don’t love you.  It’s that I love me more.

* Though, to be fair, I remember crying as a very young child watching Nixon resign.  Clearly I had no idea what was going on, but I could feel the sorrow.

AND

I wrote a letter to Ford after he was defeated by Carter.  The White House sent me a “Guide to the White House” catalog post marked on Carter’s inauguration.