Warning: Election Ahead7:30 AM
This past week has been the most amazing fun, blogging-wise. Apparently you, my friends, have deep opinions on literature (and the lack thereof), and it was pure indulgence opening up my dashboard each day and reading all your thoughts. Several of you expressed interest in this series continuing, and someone even asked that I address male stereotypes -- of which there is a glut, in my experience. But I have run out of coherent thoughts on the subject of fictional stereotypes. Now, we all knew this day was coming. Chin up. I will perhaps revisit this when the summer slows down. So shifting gears.....
.......to politics. Yes, I said the dirty word. It's as common as "not me." If you're a guest in our house, you will most likely be subjected to a robust, in-house drubbing in the political sphere. I've watched many friends stare wide-eyed as our family argued about the parental rights amendment and Scott Walker's union busting and how to take the death of Usama bin Laden. We're actually quite civil, comparatively speaking, since we all agree. (With theology it is another matter -- but those mostly take place in the Bergmann Bus on the way home from church, and there is no more room for guests.) It's how I grew up: you discussed current events and politics like it was as normal as Friday night pizza.
So my dad got up early from dinner Monday night and said he was going to try to find the channel.
"For what?" I wanted to know.
"The GOP presidential debate."
That got the table excited. "When does it start?"
"In five minutes."
And obviously I begged off doing the dishes until afterwards (which we found out could be done in five minutes, after all).
"What's GOP?" my sister asked -- bless her soul.
I've got a thing for presidential debates right now. Come November 2012, I'll be something like a four-month eighteen-year-old. And that means I'll be in the voting booth that fateful election day. Before, debates were like helplessly watching a train wreck -- I didn't like either presidential candidate and I couldn't do a thing about it, anyway. Now? Pardon my optimism, but I feel empowered, though I haven't even hit my seventeenth birthday. The race couldn't start sooner. (Sorry for all the Americans weary of the political circus. Newbie naivete, you'll understand.)
Despite my freshman enthusiasm, this Monday night debate was frustrating. Speaking of train wrecks, the moderator got run over by repeated and redundant attacks on the current presidency, far exceeding the thirty-second limit. In other news, I didn't know moderators -- or anybody -- could speak so fast and still be understood.
As I was saying, the two hours jolted on. I put together a mental debate plan for the candidates to help streamline their approach, get as many words in the thirty second limit as possible and shed the dreaded politician streak. Let me know if I missed anything.