I have always tried to exercise prudence and restraint. Being a, shall we say, stinkin' liberal with more causes than pairs of socks in a family of lovely, Christian, conservative, southern folk who like to talk about food and illness around the table, I have had to train my tongue in much the same way one trains a particularly stubborn dog: sit...stay...stay...nope, stay...good girl!
Sometimes I am successful. Well, I should probably say that I have been largely successful as I have not yet been excommunicated or disinherited or whatever they call it nowadays. But then there are the times that I feel invincible and irritated or sleep-deprived enough to just say what I want. These are perilous times. I climb up the tree and don't look down until I've climbed so high that there's no friggin' way I can get back down.
This morning was one of those encounters. After listening for about seven minutes to my family bashing the democratic candidates but not touching McCain in all his patriotic martyrdom I got sick of sitting there listening to nonsense. I mean, I don't think that either democrat is liberal enough, and I'm really tired of "Hope"ing for "Change." But I'm 19 and am already so fed up and jaded by conservative impotence that I would sell a kidney to have a democrat in the White House. Someone said something about "well, I heard it on television" (the obvious conclusion to the syllogism being "so it must be true"), and I just snapped.
"Well, you know, most of what you hear on television is complete crap. It's this right-wing media..."
I did not, needless to say, finish my sentence. A chorus of unintelligible noises broke through my delusion that I could say whatever I wanted, and there you have it. Why I am not a Buddhist. I can't shut up. I should have known better. But now that I've started the deluge I actually feel good about it. Now I just have this irrepressible desire to piss people off by saying the most radical things I can think of. This is not going to be pretty...