I’ve tried to make it a point to keep my political views to myself. Red, blue, hell pink, or purple, follow whatever path you choose and I’ll pat you on the back and send you on your merry little way. I’m really tired however of people assuming I’m one thing or the other because of my age, color, sex, or the location of where I live.
The latest one is the ‘paint the country red’ and someone just sent me a private message telling me to share it all over the place. Not going to happen. The obvious reason of course is that I lean toward the other side you might think. You are more than welcome to assume whatever you like as long as you keep it to yourself and not bring it back to me. YOU DON’T KNOW ME. If you have read any of my books you might have an idea in regards to what I think or feel but that’s all it would be, an idea.
No, my issue with the whole paint anything red is my upbringing and how that was used to describe a couple of much different scenarios and they weren’t good ones. I used to hear of people painting a town red which meant you went out and raised hell all night jumping from bar to bar or the much more ominous concept that involved numerous bodies and a lot of bloodshed, neither of which is something I want to associate with my country as a whole. I happen to love this place and we need to be cleaning it up and not making an even bigger mess than we already have.
So here’s the deal. You really want to make this country better? Then start by trying to find common ground between everyone and lose the bull crap. The real problem is anyone trying to turn this country into everyone following the same path. Whatever my political standing is you won’t change it even if you put a gun to my head. I’ll stand and fight for what I believe in. The other side of that is I’m much more willing to reach an open hand across a fence to shake the other person’s in the name of peace.