Before I head off to Philly for the night to see Jo, I thought I would chime in on my excitement (giddiness) over McCain's pick for VP. I am just in love with Sarah Palin, and boy would I have loved to have called me Dad the minute I heard the news. He would have joined me in a moment of screeching like a school girl (really, he would have). Nothing like a strong, conservative, gun-toting, oil-drilling, earth-loving mom to shake up the white house. I have to say that I was a little leery of who McCain would choose given his less than true conservative view points, but with this chic...he's right on.
Up to this point, I can honestly say I've been sulking. I certainly don't like Barack (and it has nothing to do with the color of his skin, but his tax raising, America-blaming politics that drives me insane) and I have not been a big time supporter of McCain...so there really wasn't anything to get excited about. Of course I'm going to vote on November 4. To not vote would forfeit what millions have fought and died to give me...my freedom (plus I couldn't complain about my government for the next 2-4 years). But I wasn't excited about voting, now I am.
I can't wait to learn more about Palin, who is the mother of 5 children, one of which is serving his country as we speak. Her youngest was born with down syndrome, and you know what she said about those silly pre-screening tests they do around the 5th month..."I look at him and see nothing but perfection." I've declined the test 3 times. However, I've asked two doctors why I should take it and they told me (seriously) that if it were to come out positive for one of these disorders, I could terminate the pregnancy before it was too late. Do people really do that? (besides Obama who apparently believes it's okay to kill a baby who actually survives a partial-birth abortion attempt). I could never imagine taking the life of one of my children at all, much less because they may have some sort of defect. So for that alone, I applaud her.
Now I must go off for the weekend and endure the pains of a moment of two away from my boys to hang out with my BFF in Philly. Don't think I'll get back to writing until Sunday, but we'll see. I might just get fired up enough to rant on some more.
Wish me luck on the drive up there. Combining giddiness with rush hour Friday traffic and the rain = not a happy sight.
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