Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

Friday, August 29, 2008

What I don't like about Barack

You can probably guess that I am going to vote for Barack Obama this November, even though he's not my ideal candidate. (Who is my ideal candidate? Well, actually, me. But I'm not running, so we take what we can get.) But why am I not wild about Obama? Well, there are a few issues where he and I don't see eye to eye.

First off, there's the whole God thing. The guy believes in a magic man in the sky. Give me a break. If I had my druthers, I'd be voting for someone who didn't believe in children's fairy tales.

Then there's the gay marriage thing. He's agin' it. Why? I don't know, but I do know that I can't fully respect someone who doesn't see men and women as equals and, no matter what he says, if he wants to check what's in your pants before letting you get married, then he doesn't really believe in gender equality.

And there's the smoking. I know it's hypocritical of me, but in this day and age, knowing what we know, and with all the support, encouragement, and programs to help people quit, I can't understand why anyone of any intelligence would smoke. (And, yes, I'm fully aware of the psychological parallels between smoking and being overweight, but 1) I'm not running for president and 2) weight loss does not come with the same tax breaks and other financial incentives that quitting smoking does. Also, while I've never quit smoking, I do think there may be a few degrees difference in the effort involved.)

So, does all that mean that I'm not 100% behind him? Quite the contrary. Obama is the first person to come along in a long time that I think has any chance of rescuing this country. I'll put it flat out -- if McCain is elected, I think we'll have, at most, one more presidential election before the United States of America is no more. If Obama is president, I think we have a chance.

Journal Description

My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.