young republicans
Trying to imagine what my response to a munchkin McCain or a pint-sized Palin might possibly be if I were to come face to face (or more likely face to about knee) with one during the course of tonight’s annual candy harvest… I had a hard time coming up with anything positive to say. As it went, I decided not to say anything at all… and do something at least marginally more productive to commemorate the recent intersection of politics and paganism.
prologue
I’d never been much into politics. When I was a kid, it all seemed pretty mundane: A bunch of identical looking guys and their identical looking haircuts running on about bombing and/or saving far off lands, spending and/or saving billions of dollars, and jawing words like “freedom” and “democracy” as if their utterance would somehow make them more credible. I didn’t care for their haircuts, and I didn’t understand why these two words were so important to the political class. For two opposing teams, they always seemed to look and sound mostly the same.
Politics was always a little too close to a team sport for my taste. I’d never really seen the point of declaring favorites in contests between those who I didn’t know, who didn’t know me, and in which I had no personal stake. I had no great love for the Red team, and the Blue team wouldn’t return my calls. This perhaps explains my aversion to politics for much of my life. I was an independent brought up in a system designed to smother independence.
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