Never Really Cared For Opinions

I just remembered why I avoid political/religious articles on the internet. Honestly, I think other people's opinions are annoying. At least I don't expect anyone to care about mine except for my family who is privileged to hear my rants about everything wrong with the world. Measure 66 and 67. Cough!

Above Rubies usually starts it for me. The magazine is about as conservative as you can get. The editors only eat unprocessed, raw food, have more children than we have eggs in our refrigerator, have more grandchildren than how many crackers Joe, Will and I used to eat when we were little and government schooling is about as popular as kissing a scorpion. For some sadistic reason I continue to read each issue that comes in the mail and try to ignore the articles where families have grieved having discovered that by using birth control they murdered dozens of poor, innocent babies because statements like this make me want to hurl tomatoes.

I suppose the world doesn't have a place for economically conservative, socially moderate yet feminist hating, prochoice supporting liberals like me. On an article about Roy Ashburn, the columnist decided to throw in a Dr. Seuss quote (who still has me baffled on how you can go to the north-eastern west part Of South Carolina) "oppression is oppression, no matter how right-wing." It's my new favorite quote though I haven't quite figured out what it actually means yet.

I am a contradiction. In my world the chicken and the egg both came first. But they also don't really exist. The chicken and the egg are imaginary. They represent what you want so badly to be true and can see with your eyes, but in the back of your head you have the vague understanding don't really exist. It's a social problem, it's a debt that you owe yourself. It's the god that will take you to heaven, it's the answer to moral dilemmas. It's critical thinking, it's analysis. What is it? It's everything with substance that isn't tangible.

Go see Alice in Wonderland.