It’s always said that the two things you never talk about in “polite company” is Politics and Religion. Well, since the latter is the target of my blog, why not go all the way and include some of the former as well? Especially when they get so entangled with each other that you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. So pardon me as I vent out a few things that I have bottled up, as I couldn’t put them on my other blog.
With my religious upbringing, my family was, of course, hardcore Republicans. The first time I voted it was for W. So as the primaries came around, I took a look at the Republican candidates….of which there were many.
I won’t lie, when Donald Trump first announced his entry into the race, I was interested. I liked the idea of someone outside of all the career politicians making a go of it. And then the debates started.
Racism. Xenophobia. Misogyny. The words spewing forth from his mouth were horrifying. At the same time, there were reports from people who knew him “back in the day” about how he did some gesture of tremendous generosity. The right’s own Sean Hannity had an article about Mr. Trump sending his private jet to pick up “stranded Marines.” A little digging, however, revealed that this is untrue.
As the primary progressed, I knew that he wouldn’t drop out, or that he would need to. The Republican people were eating up his words, flooding his rallies while they salivated for the next speech of unveiled hate. At the same time, I didn’t like the other candidates that were on the Right. One of which being Senator Ted Cruz.
I really don’t know what it is about him that gave me the initial feeling of distrust, but I haven’t cared for him since the beginning. Something in his expression seems shifty and untrustworthy with a healthy dose of self-righteousness that the extremely religious always seem to have. My view of him was solidified as he stood with Kim Davis when she was released from prison after being charged with contempt.
I had an interesting conversation with my father concerning this situation, as Senator Cruz was his pick from the flock that were fighting for the nomination. It ran along the lines that when I was in the service, part of my Oath was a refusal to follow unlawful orders. His argument was that she was following this same obligation. His belief was, and is, that the Supreme Court ruling which legalized same-sex marriage was illegal. The Supreme Court doesn’t have the authority or jurisdiction to make law, he stated.
No, they don’t. But they didn’t. They didn’t have a little “Judges Only” meeting in their pillared tree house, where they sat down eating chocolate chip cookies and decided what would be a cool law to write up and pass while Congress wasn’t looking. They were presented a case that was being argued, and their ruling on it then set a precedent. At work, where I deal with the 4th Amendment regularly, we call that little thing Case Law, and it changes everything.
I’m still not sure when my view of gay marriage changed from what I was told was “right” (that it shouldn’t happen. Ever. Because….Jesus….or something) to my current view (that they should be allowed because everyone should have the right to grow old with the person of their choice). I always thought it wasn’t right that they weren’t permitted to see their partner in the hospital because the State refused to give them basic rights that would be allowed to anyone else, were they in a heterosexual relationship. That just struck me as being horribly wrong.
I can tell you that my father’s stance on it is still that “marriage was put in place by God to be between a man and a woman” etc etc. My solution would simply be, fine. Take marriage away from the government’s control. Make it a “religious institution” that God is involved in. But at the same time, take the term and rights associated with it out of the government. Make everyone have a “civil union” as the state recognized joining between adults, while “marriage” then remains a religious practice.
As the primaries came to an end and the National Conventions were held, I had an overwhelming sense of dread. I was long past thinking that Mr. Trump was even in the ballpark of being a good idea, but I’ve had an intense (indoctrinated, you could say) dislike of all things Democrat. Especially with the last name of Clinton. I decided I would vote third party or just not vote. But which one? Curious, I took a quiz to see where my views aligned in relation to the candidates. Never would I have believed that I would agree on so many issues with Senator Hillary Clinton.
And then the tapes of Mr. Trump talking about how he views women were released. My Facebook wall is still filled with those defending him. “That’s just life.” “That’s how men are.” “Guys talk that way. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I know I’m blonde and I don’t have a college degree, but when is it ever okay for the damn President of the United States to talk that way? When is it okay for a main party’s front runner to talk that way? I started taking a much closer look at Mr. Trump, and Wednesday I caught the last half of the debate.
Everything I saw told me that I can’t be passive this election. I can’t stay home with excuses of irregular work hours preventing me from getting to the polls. My views, opinions, and beliefs have evolved tremendously this year, and for the first time since I started voting, I actually put effort into researching and selecting my choice rather than just going for party lines.
I never thought I’d view Senator Clinton in any favorable light, and my knee-jerk reaction is still to revile her, but when I stop and think by looking at the issues, she’s the best bet. Even ignoring Mr. Trump’s past behavior, he doesn’t have my vote based on his stance on the issues. (Even if he does have the very best ideas, so many ideas, and he’s the only one that can make these great ideas work…)
I still have research to do before casting my ballot, but this is one issue I’m finished looking at. This election, this political circus, has taught me a lesson that I won’t soon forget.