Feeling: political
Listening to: jibjab
Reading/Watching: avoiding studying thesis notes

...and the family is talking politics again. I am sitting in the computer room, hiding, because the last three times I attempted to speak up I was reminded forcibly of the political rift in our family.

We have an unfortunate habit of talking over one another and then just continuing to jabber until the opposition gives up and goes quiet. We're like barking dogs competing for howling rights.

Plus, I tend to get quiet when my male relatives congratulate themselves on voting for Dubya. If that makes them happy, they have my blessing. They tend to roll their eyes when they are reminded that I'm on the "wrong side."

I'm just reminded slightly of the Browncoat mantra: "May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one."

End rant.

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