I often post on Facebook my thoughts on the political news of the day and any one of my friends over there can tell you that I am about as conservative as they come. Some of them might call me a right-wing nut job. (In love of course! Ask my long time friend, Andrea.) But, I will defend the right of every other one of my friends to post their own political posts all day long. And I absolutely can’t stand Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity or any other of their ilk who lower themselves to name calling and ridiculous crap-throwing just to stir the pot.
From the time I was very young right up into when I was an adult my grandparents lived in the same house as myself and my parents. The reasons are numerous and they are better saved for another blog, but suffice it to say that the arrangement, though sometimes hard on all the parties, was actually good for all five of us in many ways.
My dad and my grandfather were, for all intents and purposes, best friends. They enjoyed the same games, much of the same music, many of the same pastimes and they shared the same morals and values.
My grandfather, a card carrying member of the Carpenter’s Union, was a died-in-the-wool, straight ticket voting, liberal democrat until the day that he died. My dad followed Ronnie Reagan right out of the democratic party and to this day lives on a steady diet of Rush Limbaugh. He probably needs his daily dose of Rush just as much as he needs his several packs of cigarettes a day. And, I feel that his smoking and my grandfather’s voting were probably about equally destructive to my health when I was young and living in the same house as the two of them. (Excuse me for a moment while I remove my tongue from my cheek. Okay, back to the blog.) Continue reading