All right, I do begin to wonder at the direction of our Republicans. Sadly, my conversion was not through the good points made by my colleagues on the deficiencies of the Republican convention, neither those fierce ones of Mr. Piss and Vinegar, nor the lengthy argument I had with Pete. That the Republicans are poorly focused came to my focus this morning when reading a post on Facebook by my sister-in-law. (I know, politics should not be SO local; say it is in my memes.)
Got one of those election automated poll calls today. The last question was, I am not kidding this was actually the question, “If your car broke down on the side of the road, who do you think would be most likely to stop and help you? Press 1 for Romney, press 2 for Obama, press 3 for Biden, press 4 for Ryan.”
What does this even mean?
Romney and Co. could better convince me of their concern for me and my family through politics more substantial than this.
My husband spent part of the weekend at the county fair, working at the the Republican Party booth. There, people are in a “Give me Liberty or give me death!” mood. We don’t want a loving, hovering president, concerned about ME; we want a president concerned that so much of the U.S.A. seems broken down or worse, wandering. Get the big things done and I can take care of my own damn car, thanks.
