The life of a 20-year old Bush supporter....in Chicago....
*Disclaimer--I don't want to rock the boat here; these are just my thoughts. If you are still too upset to read this, then don't. I still want my friends to be my friends...***
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I have this coffee mug.
it is black and ceramic. Written on the front, in plain, white letters, is, "W. The President."
I only use it around DZ. The rare times that it ventured outside these stone walls, I turn the lettered side toward me, then hide it in my bag. Somehow, I know that if I let people see it, I will get looks of contempt and dissaproval.
Why? Because people must think I am a "bad" person for voting for an "evil" guy.
The Democrats are the party of tolerance??? I have felt nothing but uncomfortable getting into political debates, arguments, discussions, and the like.
And THAT is why I can't stand politics. People, no matter how moderate they say they are, get emotional. They yell. They scream. They cry. They say things they don't mean, and then they cause a rift between their friends and family.
Now, I am a moderate within my party. I believe in gay rights in all forms, and I think that abortion should stay legal--not the death penalty. Does that make me strange? Of course not. There are plenty of people who think like I do. The fact that some of these provisions are not popular isn't my fault.
To me, the main issue was the War on Terrorism. Plus, I agree with the president's health care/economic plan. That's why I voted for him. I have my beliefs, and that's it. Case closed. Let's go shopping instead.
The minute I got back from my 12-hour train adventure through St. Louis and southern Illinois, I saw at least 6 or 7 "I hate Bush, this country sucks, I think I am moving to canada" away messages.
That is the worst thing we can possibly do right now. You all have the right to disagree, but complaining about it isn't going to help our very divided, very bruised nation.
Maybe I should have taken a train back home to North Carolina--I don't want to be egged while I cross Sheridan Road.
In 2000, things were divided. In the 1960s, we were fighting a war that damaged and divided this nation.
We got through it. Life moved on. It may suck now, but have faith, and please don't hate on those who think differently.
Like your guy always said, "Hope is on the Way."
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I have this coffee mug.
it is black and ceramic. Written on the front, in plain, white letters, is, "W. The President."
I only use it around DZ. The rare times that it ventured outside these stone walls, I turn the lettered side toward me, then hide it in my bag. Somehow, I know that if I let people see it, I will get looks of contempt and dissaproval.
Why? Because people must think I am a "bad" person for voting for an "evil" guy.
The Democrats are the party of tolerance??? I have felt nothing but uncomfortable getting into political debates, arguments, discussions, and the like.
And THAT is why I can't stand politics. People, no matter how moderate they say they are, get emotional. They yell. They scream. They cry. They say things they don't mean, and then they cause a rift between their friends and family.
Now, I am a moderate within my party. I believe in gay rights in all forms, and I think that abortion should stay legal--not the death penalty. Does that make me strange? Of course not. There are plenty of people who think like I do. The fact that some of these provisions are not popular isn't my fault.
To me, the main issue was the War on Terrorism. Plus, I agree with the president's health care/economic plan. That's why I voted for him. I have my beliefs, and that's it. Case closed. Let's go shopping instead.
The minute I got back from my 12-hour train adventure through St. Louis and southern Illinois, I saw at least 6 or 7 "I hate Bush, this country sucks, I think I am moving to canada" away messages.
That is the worst thing we can possibly do right now. You all have the right to disagree, but complaining about it isn't going to help our very divided, very bruised nation.
Maybe I should have taken a train back home to North Carolina--I don't want to be egged while I cross Sheridan Road.
In 2000, things were divided. In the 1960s, we were fighting a war that damaged and divided this nation.
We got through it. Life moved on. It may suck now, but have faith, and please don't hate on those who think differently.
Like your guy always said, "Hope is on the Way."