Now, I don’t talk politics a lot. Politics are one of the conversation topics that I try to steer clear of, even with family. There aren’t many things I won’t talk about, so that is saying something. Why? Well, put simply politics is one topic that can turn even family—even husband and wife—against each other. I try to avoid things like that if at all possible. For some reason, people in general seem to have a hard time keeping their head when another person disagrees with them about the right candidate. And trust me, I get it: we’re not talking about where to eat, we’re talking about the future of the country here.
Since I try to avoid talking about it, for the most part I avoid thinking about it, too. It appears that drinking Whiskey, which I don’t do often, makes me think about politics. My best friend was with me and for whatever reason I felt the sudden urge to have a very vocal, intense conversation on the matter. Fortunately, my friend both mostly agrees with me and appreciated the fact that I was under the influence, so it didn’t come to blows. I would like to share my thoughts with you.
I like Obama. Now, I wouldn’t admit that to everyone—again, avoiding arguments here—but I do. I think he’s a generally nice person, and I like some of the programs that he’s started. Will I vote for him? I’m not sure just yet. You know what I also think? I think people are looking for and expecting a perfect person to run—won’t happen until we elect a woman! Haha—and that is just not going to happen. How can we truly believe one person can fix the problems of a nation that millions helped to make? It’s time for Americans to accept some accountability and stop looking for the easy way out.