I don’t talk politics on my blog. Mostly because there are bloggers out there who do it well and are so much more eloquent than I am. And actually know what they’re talking about.
I have no problem discussing butt paste, menstruation, vomit and inappropriate laughter at funerals. Because these are things I deal with on a fairly regular basis. Well. Not so much with the dealing of the funerals. Which is really only a problem if someone dies. I just started giggling.
Clearly I need help.
I wanted to weigh in on the current presidential election. And help Mr. McCain select a running mate. And if you’re a member of my family, I KNOW, I usually only discuss politics after a glass of inexpensive Port. The kind that unscrews.
So, I’m really really stepping out of my comfort zone. And perhaps stomping on a few toes. I don’t do it very often so please bear with me.
Which, let me just say this one other thing. Praise God that we live in a democracy where we can have a healthy debate, and even disagree strongly with one another. Thank you to those men and women who serve in the armed forces to ensure that continues.
This is who I would like to see Mr. McCain pick.
I think she’s brilliant. And would make an excellent Vice President. Just in case Mr. McCain was wondering what my personal opinion was. I thought I’d offer it.
I’m just thinking of myself as part of a focus group. And the fact that at the moment I get to focus on something that doesn’t involve wiping someone’s bottom, makes it all the more exciting.
Who do you want to see chosen as running mate? To whichever candidate you support. Just pretend we’re all sitting around sipping something with an umbrella in it, and keeping it all very civil.