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I stand thusly accused.
The celebration of a success does not always mean total victory, or no losses. Nor does it mean there may not be a minor-major mess to clean up. Because I’ve stated many times I feel it’s a man’s duty to do so … and because I’m a man, if nothing else … this post will be dedicated to exactly that task. I’ll clean up a mess I caused.
An error has been made with this blog. Since I occupy the chair of the writer AND editor, it would seem all fingers point to me to make the needed corrections.
First, let me state, unequivocally, I AM NOT a “Republican”.
Beyond any question, as I really don’t wish to clothe myself in everlasting humiliation, I DEFINITELY AM NOT a “Democrat”, either. Further, no one with even majority control of their senses, (100% isn’t necessary), ever would, or has, call(ed) me a “liberal”.
I am, rather proudly, a Repubendent. By that I mean to imply … but will go a step farther and declare with no misassumptions … I’m conservative. Within reason. When I spent my eight years working in the political arena back in the dismal state of Michigan, it was with the Republican Party. For those eight years I was on the Ingham County Republican Party Executive Committee. I ran three times as a candidate for State Representative, (it’s called an Assemblyman in California), against a woman I dubbed “The Welfare Queen”. I was in a heavily Democratic district and received as close to zero support as possible.
Three elections in a row I lost, (took 40% in the last one), to Debbie Stabenow, who is nearing the end of her second term as Michigan’s incredibly liberal U.S. Senator. She’s possibly the most overweight, unbelievably freewheeling liberal politician I’ve ever met; a snake in every inch of her. I put out the rumor she had a deal with the TV news crews never to get film of her below the waist or from the rear. If she’s not 350 pounds, I’ll eat my shirt.
Those years did a few things for me. First, I learned people who get annoyed are expected to either shut-the-hell-up or do something about it. Those woeful eight years got me a “lifetime bitching license”. Second, they taught me the politicians are dead-bang right.
“The people are stupid sheep”.
I didn’t say it, I only heard it. Since then, circa 1982, I’ve seen it proven over and over and over and over again. You keep electing the same Bozos with the same line of BS year after year after year. To be quite honest about it, since I have lung cancer and won’t be around long enough to suffer as will most of you, I don’t give a rat’s ass about it anymore.
Bill Cady WILL NOT jump on any political bandwagon ever again. My “duty” these days is to go to the polls and vote my choices. That’s where it stops. What YOU do is YOUR own business. We can discuss it, if same is unemotional but, if you get all fiery about it, tell it to the hand, okay? I’m disinterested. However, there’s more. The “meat of this post”, if you will.
This is America. The United States of America, where you’ll NEVER lose your right to be as wrong as you choose as often as you wish. I DO NOT “HATE” LIBERALS, DEMOCRATS, or any others among the group I know are as wrong as can be. You see, if your opinion and mine differ, you’re wrong. Want proof? Ask me and I’ll tell you how wrong you are. Without any emotion. Quietly. Or, I’ll leave, (or you will, if we’re at my place), should you get all revved up about it. Better yet, we’ll use this story from my past to serve as the truth incarnate.
I was part of a “love affair for the ages” with a girl from Arizona named “Miss Becky” Tedesco. What we had later died for other reasons not relevant to this point. That girl was a lifelong straight ticket Democrat. She came from a long line of ‘em. However, the 1998 elections were coming up. “Miss Becky” and I were deeply in love, (we both thought and hoped). She told me, “I won’t use my absentee ballot from Arizona because it will just negate every vote you make outside of California.”
To her surprise, I insisted she complete her ballot and send it off. The only compromise I asked was not having to watch her do it. (I hadn’t eaten yet). After all, if you don’t show up to vote in every election … I don’t give a rat’s rear end who you vote for, but VOTE, damn it! … you have no right to bitch about anything. Economics, politics, the state of the country-world, anything.
This is my simplistic stand in this regard. Almost ALL politicians I’ve ever met are full of the same brown stuff you see plopping behind a walking horse. I trust ‘em half as far as I can throw ‘em left-handed. I believe government should shrink drastically and stay out of our lives. Promote business growth to provide jobs. Lower all taxes.
Democrats are touted, and refer to themselves, as the “tax and spend” party. Being a liberal might be fun, but it’s as realistic as things discovered on an LSD trip. That said, I’d die for your right to be as wrong as you choose as often as you choose, as I said above. If I could be in love with “Miss Becky”, as ardent a Democrat as I’ve ever encountered, why the hell would I “hate you”, (if you’re a liberal or a Democrat), when we’ve never shared a pillow or even swapped spit? That’s crazy.
If you’ve contributed more than eight years in the political arena, you have seniority on me. If you haven’t, keep your trap shut and “stifle, Edith” with all your freakin’ opinions. I have a “lifetime bitching license” and you don’t.
Last lap here. I use Democrats and liberals the same way I use “my ex” in my jokes. They’re my Rodney Dangerfield, “I don’t get no respect” line. I not only don’t “hate” my exes, (okay, The Plaintiff could step in front of a bus and I might smile), I don’t even know ‘em any longer.
The reason behind this lengthy post, for which I apologize, is an angry comment from a guy who was a great friend in my teen years. We recently reconnected and the man’s feelings matter to me. As do yours. That said, I’m not gonna change who I am, or my sense of humor. I’ll go on referring to Democrats and liberals as I have in the past. However, if it gets you all yanked outa shape when I do, tell me. I’ll send you the link to this column as an explanation.
That way, just as I hope most-many-all of you will benefit from my multitudinous mistakes, which cuts my cost for ‘em in half each time, I’ll get extra mileage from this post.
I’m just sayin’.
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