Do you know what rhymes with third? Turd! Of course if you've spent any time with my three-year-old, you'd know that he affectionately refers to any animal droppings (including his own) by the T word. While I used to be completely grossed out by his early use of the thesaurus, I've gotten over it. This morning, not even seconds after opening his eyes, Axel asked me a brilliant question, "Mom, how do snakes go turds?"
Because I completely missed my own third blogiversary I decided to mark the occasion today with a round of thrift-store shopping and lunch with my favorite date, Axel. We successfully raided a brand new thrift store leaving with a bean-bag chair, lamp, pair of pants for me and as luck would have it, a snake!
Following our exhausting scavenger hunt for bargains, we hit a 50's diner for a few refreshments.
Now, to mark the occasion of three years worth of self publishing I'd like to make my first ever political statement.
I cannot stand politics! For the forth week in a row, my column has been bumped from the local paper due to several loud-mouths who feel the need to voice their extremely right-wing opinions on various political subjects. What is it about people that just can't keep their mouths shut?
Don't we as Americans get our say when it comes to the poles? We do our job by voting people into office to do their job. If everyone was supposed to be represented individually, don't you think Barack Obama would invite us all to D.C. to participate in congressional votes and serve cupcakes afterwards? Why do people feel the need to take up valuable media time and priceless space in the local paper trying to tell elected officials how to do their job? If someone shouted at me from the curb in front of my house everyday how to run my home, be a mother and scrub my toilet I would be thoroughly pissed.
Seriously, when you vote in an election you agree to the following: first of all, you agree by voting that it won't necessarily come out your way, but you are simply imputing your opinion into who is elected. It's the pact you make by showing up to vote. Secondly, when you vote, you are signing over responsibility to the elected party for the term that is pre-determined. Whether two years or four, your vote gives them the authority for the duration of the term, NOT until "you feel you no longer agree with them."
For my final word on the subject I'd like to challenge the media to say NOTHING about the economy or anything political for six months. If it were so terrible to live here why would people still be flocking in from around the world? To the general population, this sensationalized state of affairs in Washington and at the stock exchange isn't such a "dooms day" situation. If everyone would choose to live the lives they dream of, and stay within their means, we'd all be just fine.
There you have it, my soap box opinion on politics, three years into my public life. Maybe we should all be a little more curious about where turds come from and other whimsical subjects, while being less bombarded about radical opinions on age-old debates.
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