and another thing, or, You can't have your Fruitcake and eat it too.

Why do these so-called Conservative Christians get to dictate that Thou Shalt Utter Merry Christmas and No Other Holiday Greeting and yet support a man who gives breaks to the big businesses who uphold the Happy Holidays and the We're Not Putting Christmas In Our Ad attitudes? Why does Target not say Christmas? MONEY, you fools, MONEY. You can either be self-righteous or you can support big business--to say you're doing both while voting for a candidate like the one in office is hypocritical.

Political Rant #1, inspired by the Holiday Season

Suzi, my dear Republican friend, know that none of this is directed at you.

Since when did so-called “conservative” Christians become the only Real Christians in this country? I’m not even talking about political parties here, because it’s gotten to the point where these people vote Republican not because they believe in smaller government and more personal accountability, but because they have a religious agenda, that, in my opinion, is NOT necessarily Christian.

Let’s look at last year’s fiasco of an election. Bush won, not because he is the superior choice, but because these people think he is a more moral person and a “better Christian” than Kerry. How the hell do you measure these qualities? Is there some sort of instrument I can get on e-bay? I’d love to be able to measure the morality of say, my babysitter, or my Starbucks barista. Bush supports capital punishment and prolonging a war that is getting nobody anywhere. Are these Christian values?

These people will respond that Democrats are Baby Killers. You know, I don’t know a single person who thinks abortion is a good thing. Do I think it is? No. I think it is wrong, I think it is deplorable. Do I think that I should get to make this decision for everyone? No, because much of the reason I feel it is wrong has to do with my faith, and as dear as my faith is to me, in this country, we are lucky to be able to have our government separated from our various religious institutions. NOTE: There are bigger issues at stake than abortion. Roe v Wade will never be overturned. Put your energies toward persuading young women to look at other options, in a non-violent manner, of course. Killing is killing, whether you’re talking about a fetus, a pregnant woman, or a doctor, or hell, even an inmate. I don’t believe that God favors one type of murder over another.

Jesus was a socialist. We should share what we have with each other. That is definitely a leftist view. Jesus would support social programs, and aid to help people help themselves; not forever, but when they are at their lowest. Jesus was tolerant. He WAS the outsider, the rebel, the social liberal. He didn’t lie. He didn’t make devious deals with middle eastern countries.

I am a Christian and a Liberal. In this holiday season (for it is a Holiday Season since there are several faiths celebrating holidays over the next few weeks), I know that Jesus is the reason for my season, and I celebrate that I have the freedom to celebrate Him in my heart, my home, and my neighborhood. I also celebrate the fact that if my neighbor or friend wants to put up a Star of David or, heaven forbid, a Bush sign, in his yard, he may do so without persecution.

He’s Got Elmo and Dora In His Hands

Ainslie loves to sing. I think she may be a musical prodigy, but that is another post. When we are driving in my car that (gasp) doesn’t have a cd player, we sing, either with the radio or a capella. I take requests from Ainslie. “Baaaaaa” means Baa, Baa, Black Sheep. She sings the Baas, the yessirs (if you know what you are listening for) and Girl! We sing that the third bag of wool is for the little girl who lives down the lane. This world is far too patriarchal already, lol. She asks for the theme songs to her shows. Usually I only know a couple lines, but that seems to suit my little director in the backseat.

Last week we were on a major Veggie Tales kick, and on her cd, there is a rousing rendition of He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands. So, we’re driving, and she’s requesting Broccoli, which can mean one of several Veggie Tales Songs. I start in with the World, then he’s got Mommy and Daddy, then Ainslie and Xander, then Grammie and Grampie, then Mike and Lily, then, well, I’m kind of out of people. Lucky for me, Ainslie knows of many more people God is looking out for.

Ainslie: Melmeh! Baby! (she calls Zoe, Baby for some reason)
Me: (thinking, “no fair, you’re just looking at your shoes.”) He’s got Elmo and Zoe, in his Hands…

Ainslie: Caaca. Doda.
Me: He’s Got Caillou and Dora…

I then do a nice little finish to the song. Unfortunately, we weren’t done.

Ainslie: Blue Doggie!

It may be time to step away from the television.

I've become a Blogger

I've finally created a blog. I guess I'm just tired of sharing my rants with Craig (who shares the same views and thus is no fun to prove my points to) and Ainslie, who either agrees with everything I say, or answers in a resounding "uh-uh." In my quest to make everyone in the world More Like Me, I feel that I must share my views and random thoughts publicly, lest someone miss something.

Some days I may write about Ainslie (ok, a lot of days I will probably do this.) Some days I will write about Pretty Pink and Blue thoughts I have about mankind. Some days I will write, without restraint, about my political views and my loathing for Rush Limbaugh, the Bane of Missouri, He-Who-Is-A-Nobody-Yet-Thinks-He-Is-Intelligent. Who knows, I may even do some wine reviews. Being home without an adult to talk to most of the time has made blogging sound better and better...but I'm thrilled to be here.