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Bad ecomony equals bad drivers…

Is it just me or is it that since we have hit this wonderful recession people are driving even more carelessly and even faster than before? I don’t remember being this scared hitting the highway since I was a teenager with a new license. Is it that people feel they don’t have much to lose? Are they rushing to their third job? I just don’t get it. A few weeks ago I was convinced that someone was looking to kill themselves via head on collision.

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OK, Obama. I’ll vote for you…

I’m not really surprised how well Obama is doing in the polls (he also landed a Grammy for the Photo “ribbed” from The Weekly Standard. That’s the only thing ripped…Best Spoken Word for the audio version of his book The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream.) I’m also not really surprised that McCain has found his way to being the republican candidate. What is a fence-sitter to do?

Vote. That’s what I have to do as a responsible American. I have to vote for someone…and that someone will not be McCain. Mostly because he’s downright too old. I’m not an ageist. I just don’t think he will be able to handle the stress of the role he will have at hand. Eight years ago? Maybe. Today? Even though I find this guy to be tough as nails and possibly the best to handle wartime, I don’t know if we need another heart-attack.

Age is nothing but a number you might say. But there is something to be said for innovation, fresh ideas (I’M NOT SAYING CHANGE) and youth. Sorry to say this, but youth is king in America. Young people created everything we “worship” in today’s times of technology, ideology and every damn other “ology” you can think of and I’m curious to see what Obama is going to bring to the table.

Don’t misunderstand, as I’ve written before: I’m scared as hell about what we may be up against — with either candidate. And although I will admit that I want to see Bill gallivanting on the White House green once again, I’m not sure I want to see his wife. Something rings weird to me about that lady. I’m not exactly giving wonderfully political witticisms here. Just that I think that chick is weird. And I don’t want her finger on the button. Not necessarily because she’s a woman — she is a woman, don’t forget just because she’s hardened — but I will quote a female family member to remain nameless, “I think she would just crawl into a ball when times got rough.” I think my family member to remain nameless said that because, Hilary is a woman. I’m not going to lie. I would love to see success like that but part of me worries about a woman president just the same. Unless it is Geena Davis. That woman could kick Bin Laden’s tookus. Seriously…didn’t you guys watch the short-lived, but utterly awesome Commander in Chief? Why did it fail? Probably because she was a woman.

And the funny part is these are my results of which candidate to vote for who supports my views?? Crap, I’m more radical than I thought. Just look where Ron Paul scored on my test. That can’t be right…

Anyway, this just leaves me Obama. Call it jumping on the bandwagon but I have to choose, right? I’m sorry, I lived in Nebraska. And to know he even won THERE, changed my mind.

Black women: they don’t want you.

Warning: This is written as stream of consciousness, you find your own clarity. And I’m sure, your own disagreements with me.

Before leaving my home around 10 p.m. last night, I checked the mirror. I didn’t feel that my hair looked it’s best but overall I felt pretty. Makeup was at a minimum. I dabbed on a little scented oil and dashed out the door. The place I was going was unfamiliar to me but I knew what the crowd would be like — artists, poets, talented people who probably have boring day jobs.

Upon reaching my destination, I felt very alone already. The street was quiet. Just a couple walked passed me, hand in hand. Surveying the street before entering, I walked into a quaint bistro — pretty much ready for a glass of wine, beer, some grub. Before deciding on something ridiculously priced, I realized I was right. Artist types. A few wearing those Hunter S. Thompson  stances, a few looking over their notes before approaching the mic, several looking authentic in afros, dreadlocks — no one really taking notice of me but that was fine. A cute couple approached in line after I placed my order. He full of dreads and a nice, dark physic; she with alabaster skin and flowing brown hair. Nice-looking pair I thought and I took my seat.

Then I noticed something. Every black female, including myself, was either alone or with a group of other black females who were alone. For all I know, they had men at home but part of me, cynical me, doubted it. I looked around. Including the couple mention previously, there were two more black male/white female pairings. That usually doesn’t bother me…

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What does it mean to give your life to Christ?

 

me too, honey.

Anyone care to answer?

For me lately it means the government will make sure to dictate what kind of religion I need to worship if a guy like Mitt Romney is president. A shiver just went down my spine…

But really. Feel free to answer. I’ve never really ever completely understood.

And I was raised Church of Christ.

*Some clarification.

I know a  guy like Mitt is no threat because he will never win. And being a Mormon hurts him. However it’s what he said that the extreme right really grabbed on to when he said to have freedom is to have religion. And I feel that you have to BE free to have whatever religion you choose.

I quite disagree with melding church and state and there are signs everywhere (though somewhat small) that we could some day have that kind of nation — full blast. And the government should never tell me that it’s only THEIR way of God that I should worship. When I say “I” I mean every person in America. We all should be able to choose. Church and state is forced in small-town America all over the nation and that is what I fear can spread.

However my question is quite a selfish one.

I want to hear from people who didn’t raise me! 

So, what does this question mean to you?