I’m about to break one of my family of origin’s cardinal rules: I’m going to tell you who I voted for long, long ago in the aughts.
I grew up among very upstanding people who did not break rules and we all know the rules: no talking about religion, money or politics. (They added in sex as well. I think a lot of people did.) And since those were the rules, they didn’t talk about those things. And on the rare occasions that someone did mention politics, religion or money, they seemed to think that since they were already going to be breaking the rules, they might as well be rude about it. Which meant that talking about such things seemed very rude indeed. I never found our family gatherings to be very interesting.
So, I felt very extra brave when I decided to openly campaign for John Kerry in 2004. (The qxh asked me not to put out lawn signs or window signs.) I bravely wore my John Kerry for President button to the Y for the kid’s homeschool gym and swim class. I talked with friends who were confused and frankly a bit appalled at me. I live in a bedroom community in the great northern tundras of the USA. I am a Christian. I homeschooled. I am pro-life. I have too many kids. I voted for Bush in 2000 and would do it again just so we would be spared the trauma of having to listen to the sound of Al Gore’s voice in the days after 9-11. (Think heartbroken, angry country, smoking ruins, a megaphone and Al Gore. It makes me shudder.) I was personally insulted by things my fellow campaigners said thinking that everyone there was of a like mind. But I felt that strongly about it and it wasn’t about hating Bush. For me it was far more fundamental than that. It was about expectations; what do we have a right to expect from our government? Me, I expect the government to make plans to secure weapons in their own war zone. Continue reading “Why conservatives should have voted for Kerry”