I try to be a reasonable person. I’m a registered Independent, simply because I don’t like being pegged for one position or another.
In Oregon, I’m considered a Jesus-loving conservative. In Georgia, I’m considered a pinko-liberal.
I’ve walked out of churches when preachers took it upon themselves to tell their congregants how to vote.
I want to do my own thinking, and I respect people who do the same. I can’t stand him but a few times a year I’ll tune into Rush Limbaugh just to hear what he’s hating on now. I read the viewpoints of people I don’t agree with, just on the off-chance that I might be wrong on an issue. I’ve read Ann Coulter’s books, though I’ve never bought one. I do this in part so that I know better who I am, what I believe and why.
There must be something in the water. Or maybe it’s in the barbecue. How else can you explain the behavior of South Carolina’s politicians as of late?
Here’s my disclaimer. I love South Carolina. Love it. It’s a beautiful state. There’s a light that hovers over the tree tops and salt marshes that give it an ethereal quality. If God were going to buy some property and build himself a retirement home, I think he’d probably head to Charleston. Or the Isle of Palm. He might even settle in a Fripp Island gated community.
That said, there’s a frat boy mentality running through the state’s hollowed halls faster than the most virulent form of H1N1. It’s causing feverish-behavior among those governing the state.
First was Governor Sanford. It’s hard to know which particular side-affect was worse — his cheating heart or his motor-mouth.
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