Who’d YOU Vote For?

I overheard a conversation between a customer and a coworker. He, the customer, was an old man on a tirade against all the things President Obama is doing, wants to do, and what people think he wants to do. Clearly, he expected her, my coworker, to assent. At first, she made noncommittal noises, but when he wouldn’t be satisfied without her honest opinion, she gave it.

“Did YOU vote for him?” the irate gentleman demanded.

“Well, yes, I did,” she replied.

“Did your parents vote for him?”he pressed, the clear indication being that she couldn’t think for herself and obviously only voted for the one her parents voted for. She politely told him she didn’t know who her parents vote for, even though the brutally honest response was that her parents were dead.

It’s not uncommon for this scenario to replay through my mind in one of those “what I would / should have said” scenarios. And my honest opinion is that disagreement is one thing; disrespect is something else entirely. Because the fact is that, yes, I’m a pro-life Republican and I voted for McCain. But that doesn’t matter, you see.

Because Obama isn’t the Democrats’ President. He’s the President of the United States.

He’s my President. If you don’t like him, you can take advantage of the wonderful governmental process we have to voice your concerns to your representatives and even, yes, the President himself. You can actually do something about it.

So stop ranting against the people you see as the problem–whether it’s those durn liberal college kids who voted the President into the office or the President himself–and do what you can to fix it. And if you don’t want to put in the work to fix it, shut up.


What a Day

My husband and I have two cars. One is his Honda Civic hybrid. I love that car. It’s wonderful to be able to go 700 miles on one tank of gas. Unfortunately, it’s been out of commission for a while now because it won’t start. At least one of its batteries is dead–probably both. The regular battery, and the hybrid battery, which costs a paltry $2000-$3000 to replace.

So we’ve been driving my little Kia Rio. She’s also a good car. She’s no hybrid, but she still gets over 30 miles per gallon. And she’s new, so there’s a lovely little warranty if anything huge goes wrong.

A couple days ago, Steve and I went grocery shopping. After we loaded all of our groceries into the car, he cranked it up, and the car… wouldn’t start. This is the Kia, of course. Not the Honda. We had to flag down a random stranger–an old man with a tiny little Yorkie terrier riding shotgun–to help us jump-start the car so we could drive half a mile to the AutoZone and replace… the battery.

In the Kia. Not the Honda.

But hey, we still have one fully functional car… For now…

Admitting a Fallacy

Okay, I admit it. I made an absolutely terrible argument in that last post. After talking with some people, I am compelled to point out that I realize people can care about more than one issue at a time. I did not mean to say that people who care about chickens care more about chickens than they do about people.

However, it does seem to me that if you’re standing around a chicken factory picketing against people on their way to earn a living in the chicken factory and “tar and feather” them with corn syrup and paper feathers… it looks an awful lot like you’re more passionate about chickens than you are about people. But it’s kind of a moot point, because that’s a fictional example.

I also recognize that there is more than one issue facing our society, and many of them are very, incredibly important, and the importance of one issue does not negate the seriousness of another. And I’ve pointed that very thing out many times when I donate to causes like the World Wildlife Fund when there are starving children and enslaved women around the world. Because I also donate to the International Justice Mission and Save the Children.

All of God’s earth matters. We are to be good stewards. But in ranking important things in order of importance, His children should always come first. Especially those children who, quite literally, have no voice of their own.

On Chickens and Children

I just watched an episode of Bones. Yes, it’s kind of a silly show. Yes, I love it. The show’s not the point. The point is the chickens and the chicken factory.

There were many heartfelt spiels on saving food animals from the deplorable conditions they live in. People spoke passionately against the poor chicks having their beaks cut so they don’t peck each other while they slowly go crazy living in closer quarters than any chicken was meant to live in. I watched all this while I ate my absolutely delicious chicken and rice. Do I feel bad for them? Kind of, sure. But will that stop me from buying the chickens so their miserable existence can help my happy existence continue? Not so much.

But I was struck by the passion and persistence of the chickens’ rights advocates and how successfully they stirred the hearts of their listeners. A video about the cruel treatment of the chickens nearly brought the factory into bankruptcy.

And I wondered, how can people possibly be so vehement in their defense of chickens’ rights when there is another silent, much more important group that needs our help–our unborn children! I find it difficult to care that chickens are having the tips of their beaks cut off–animal lover that I am–when millions of children are having their lives snuffed out before they even get to see the light of day.

I am pro-choice. I speak for the rights for the children to get to choose. I speak for the poor mothers who get abortions because they feel like they have no choice, and then have to live with that decision for the rest of their lives. And I will adamantly oppose anything that comes between a woman and her child, or her child and that choice.