Fox and Hound
Well, I can't believe this. First, I actually feel a political opinion forming. And second - I'm going to pin it up. I watched the Republican Convention Wednesday night, Sept 3. We heard a variety of speeches, including the VP candidate, Sarah Palin (Not Sarah, Plain and Tall, it turns out).
First, consider this source. My political insights rank second only to my techno skills from the bottom up . . . somewhere between a rock and a toad. So, when I'm 'feeling' a tilt in any direction, it's usually from impressions of a candidate's motive - as I'm informed by his or her method (knowing that motive matters most, but is toughest to unmask). Personally, I have been disappointed this election year, in my shallow search for a conservative. Sure, the term is still thrown around liberally (sorry). But the definition of Conservative is starting to blur. Those opposed to conservative thought cut and paste a condemning collage with images of renegades bombing abortion clinics and radicals bashing gays. While those in favor face a compromise of standards once common to our culture. Imagine being accused of Barnacle Brain just because you think marriage is a gender-limited event.
Back to the convention. I didn't have a clue who Sarah Palin was on Tuesday. And I'm no authority now. But I don't want to play hockey against any of her kids. And apparently, what the old McCain Hound was lacking in my definition of Conservative . . . well, enter the Fox.
And I love the outdoors. Though I'm admittedly not eco-savvy enough to be messing around with habitats beyond my sports closet. But it's reassuring to hear the priority of our energy crisis, set against a logical perspective of caribou comfort. And if Alaskans don't know wildlife, I'm a Silver Salmon.
So . . . I'm not as excited as I would like to think voters should be, but I feel better. Honestly, I'd about decided I wouldn't even vote this round. (That's more of a confession of a pout than a justification of a plan.)
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