We all know our political views, but what about your dumbass relatives? - Page 2

I am sadly unqualified at this point - I don't even know the platforms. I am assuming that Mrs. Clinton is more liberal than McCain, but if McCain would stop wanting to bomb Iran and focus his platform more on ending America's status as a debtor nation, I might lean heavily towards him. Yes, gun-love and all.

My mom thinks Obama is a Muslim. I've tried to clarify this over and over and she doesn't believe me.

My dad lives in Central America and is sort of a politician these days. His crazy wife is an elected official, equivalent to a US congresswoman I guess. I don't think they really have any political beliefs except winning.

Funny story is that last year she was being interviewed on national TV and a protester was harassing her in the background. She got pissed and pulled the lady off a stage and made her fall, which followed a confrontation that almost resulted in a fistfight. They somehow managed to turn this into a positive for them surprisingly. I'm not a fan of her and was tempted to call the press and give some exclusive interviews as to why I think she's literally crazy, but my mother dissuaded me from doing that. Plus, it would have probably pissed my dad off. Oh well. :-)

I don't really talk politics with my relatives, mostly because I only see them once a year on holidays, but a few Thanksgivings ago I heard a cousin say something along the lines of "You couldn't pay me to vote Democrat," and I kept my mouth shut because I was too full of pie to form a coherent argument. Also, he liked Eragon, so there's no reasoning with him.

I do feel like I've done a good job with my mom this year, though, what with the explaining how the "OBAMA A TERRIST!?!?" e-mail that went through her office was bullshit.

OK, I might get flamed for this, but I have to get it off of my chest.

The sheer righteous arrogance of most 'democrats' makes me absolutely sick, and I'm saying this as a person who will probably vote either democrat or independent this coming election.

The word DEMOCRAT does NOT automatically = GOOD.
The word REPUBLICAN does NOT automatically = EVIL.

I've known people from both camps who are rational, intelligent people who have specific reasons for their party affiliation. I've known blathering idiots from both camps who merely follow the herd and let the media tell them what to think.

The fact is, both parties need a MAJOR overhaul. Both have lost touch with what this country needs, as far as I'm concerned.

My entire mother's side and my father are registered democrats(they believed that the party has the same platform and practices as when Kennedy was alive). No one in my family has voted democrat since GWs second term and after realising that the values they were brought up with in no way mirror what the left currently stand for, likely never will again. I vote democrat in local town elections and the occasional "Kennedy" Dem when they actually appear(Stephen Lynch). I've never voted Democrat at the national level, nor am I registered as such.

My father is your basic blue-collar democrat. He thinks I'm a fascist.

My mother is your basic O'Reilly follower. She thinks I'm a hippie.

My sister keeps sending me Focus on the Family materials. She thinks I'm going to hell and taking my family with me.

I generally avoid discussing politics with any of them. They're too easy, and it's no fun.

You were conceived as a compromise.

You were born into a terribly devised political cartoon series? Congrats on being sanish anyway.

Ask me about my college roommates.

Frank, tell us about your roomies!

The cast:

Two Irish Catholics, one of whom was flirting with Scientology and the other solely interested in nailing as many sorority girls as possible.

One 4'11" Cambodian refugee who loved to blast loud Cambodian rock music (The horror!). He spent years in the camps and often woke up screaming. Not a big fan of the International Worker's Movement.

One big hairy Greek. His idea of a good time was picking up the Cambodian guy and tossing him across the room whenever said Cambodian played his music too loudly, which was all the time (Did I mention that Cambodian rock music is the very worst thing ever devised by man?). He was always trying to talk me into performing for his sketchy brother's porn production company.

One 250-lb Samoan dude whose girlfriend was bigger than any of us.

And then there was me, working three jobs, running cross country, and busting my ass to get into a better school. My life was made more interesting by the fact that I was dating the daughter of a prominent member of the Cambodian expat community. Since she was terrified by the prospect of her parents discovering that she was seeing a white guy, we had to keep the whole thing secret from my rommate with the ghastly taste in music and the Cambodian community in general. Ever tried finding places to take a girl in Orange County, CA where you can avoid Asian people? Good luck with that. We couldn't even hang out at my apartment without getting into a slamming-door farce every time someone came through the front door.

Now those, those were great times. It was a hell of thing, trading that in for the shaved heads and shined shoes of good ol' USNA.