So, this week at work, my company issued a new policy handbook.
This version of the handbook has a section on blogs. According to my company’s policy, I need to let you know that any opinions expressed in my blog, are the sole (and correct) opinions of me, myself and I, and no one else. Any such opinions expressed on this site, no matter how right or true, do not necessarily reflect those of my employer.
Here’s hoping that your opinions are as right as mine!
So, unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past few months, you know that the Democratic voters have a unique choice in this year’s presidential primaries. While I believe that Sen. Edwards would be a good president, he does not have my vote. Basically, for me, it comes down to the junior senator from New York or the junior senator from Illinois, with Senator Clinton getting my vote.
Why am I chosing Hillary over Barak?
I honestly believe that Barak would be a good president, and after a couple years in office, he might make a great president. Senator Obama is a very gifted orator. I totally understand why many, including my closest friends (nothing but love for ya), feel very inspired after listening to him. However, I believe that Hillary would be a great president from the beginning. Senator Clinton is also a gifted speaker who has also inspired millions.
Clinton and Obama are basically the same when it comes to the issues. And, disappointingly, neither supports gay marriage. Obama has flip-flopped on the issue a couple of times. But, at least Clinton has been consistent in her position and was one of the key players in defeating the Republicans’ effort to pass the Federal Marriage Amendment to the Constitution.
So, again, why go with Hillary?
Well, first and foremost, while I can be inspired by Obama’s words, I am inspired by Clinton’s record. I want to belive in the America that Obama is working to achieve. But, I do believe in the accomplishments that Clinton has under her belt as First Lady (of both the State of AR and the United States), unofficial Goodwill Ambassador to the World and Senator from New York.
Second, is there anything left that the Republicans can dig up on the Clintons? I’m sure there is, but at least this time, the American taxpayers won’t be paying for the investigation. Given the Clintons’ history, I think that there is less of a chance of finding a skeleton (that we didn’t already know about) in Hillary’s closet than Barak’s.
Third, while I really want to say that America has gotten past the issue of race, I don’t believe that it has. At least not enough to elect an African-American to the presidency. My extended family has all declared their support of Hillary, but when asked if they would vote for Obama should he win the Democratic nomination… let’s just say they’d either vote for the Republican or not vote at all.
Here’s hoping that who ever the Democats choose, they will be the best president that we could ask for.
So, I didn’t really want the first post in my bog to be associated with my sexuality. But, hell, I am who I am. And right now, I am awake at 1am with this odd compulsion to post a blog.
Last week, as I was paying the rent on my storage unit, the lady that owns the business asked me, “Can I ask you a personal question?” I nodded, kinda prepared for what was about to come my way. Especially since we had just compared the candidates that we were planning on supporting in the upcoming primary on February 5. Her candidate was our former governor, Mike Huckabee. Lover of the Church and Hater of the Gays.
“How long have you guys been together?” Okay, that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I informed her that this September would be ten years. Surprisingly she smiled. Okay, totally not what I expected. She then told me that no matter who you love, it takes work. Ain’t that the fucking truth?
See, that’s the core of why I’m awake at 1am… Occasionally, I get pissed at my husband. Tonight happenst to be one of those nights. Why am I pissed… well, you see that’s the most infuriating part. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!!! Which makes it that much more irritating. Here lately, I’ve had plenty to be pissed about. One stupid fucking mistake after another, almost as if he WANTS me to be pissed.
Why can’t life always be the perfect dance?
Here’s hoping that I’ll remember that life IS the perfect dance and the bad times only help us appreciate the good ones. (Yeah, yeah…. I know. What a fucking cheesy way to end my first blog.)
So, here's hoping. 