I was scanning the front page of the paper this morning, and found this:
Yes, that’s right, folks, somebody in my family has drawn horns and a trident on Paul Ryan. He may be from Wisconsin, but he is most definitely persona non grata in this Wisconsin household. But who is the dastardly defacer? Who has scribbled on this scion of the System? Was it:
a. The uber-liberal daughter who doodles constantly
b. The very liberal mother who tends to doodle while on the phone
c. The liberal son who rarely doodles
d. The moderate father who never doodles
And the answer is….
D. That’s right, folks, the Republican party has gone so far ’round the bend that my father, whom I would classify as moderate-conservative, and who never doodles, is drawing demon horns on their vice presidential candidate. Problems: the GOP has them.
I mostly try to stay out of politics – suffice to say that I’m extremely liberal (born and raised in Madison, WI; it couldn’t be any other way) and the majority of the country frankly terrifies me. Listening to the Republican convention last night made my stomach hurt and my heart pound. I’m going to need a very large glass of beer to get through Mitt Romney’s speech tonight. I would play the safest drinking game in the world*, created by C.D., but I’d like to actually drink some of that beer.
I do have one thing to say to the GOP, just one small piece of advice: Don’t set your candidates against a background that calls to mind the firey depths of hell. Seriously. Not the kind of subliminal message you want to be sending.
*Drink every time you see a person of color at the Republican National Convention. Addendum by Myriad: Gwen Ifill doesn’t count.