If you enjoy having weekends off, thank a socialist.
If you appreciate the eight-hour work day, thank a socialist.
If you approve of minimum wage, thank a socialist.
If you like living in a country where it’s illegal to sell your child to a sweatshop for a dollar a week, you can be thankful that socialists, yes those are anti-capitalist, anti-free-market socialists, worked hard in the face of big business and government opposition to make that happen.
I keep hearing, “I enjoy living in a capitalist country and I want to keep it that way! Don’t you take my capitalism away from me!” Sister, you don’t live in a capitalist country. Sorry. That has already been taken away from you. Along with children working in mines, tenements made out of cardboard, and unregulated air pollution. Do you miss all that? Is it just killing you that the terrible socialists with their wealth redistribution gave Medicaid to babies in poverty? After all, they didn’t earn it. Their mothers couldn’t afford it. In your sparkling, elegant capitalist society, they wouldn’t have it. You want to be in charge of spending your own money, not giving it to the government to redistribute to the poor! Do you wish we could go back to a time when generous churches and noble private citizens were responsible for picking up the tab for those babies? Because you know what? They didn’t. Read about it. It was ugly.
I’ve seen so many posts lately saying that Obama wants to take money from people who work hard and give it to people who are lazy and don’t work. Why is it assumed that all of the people living in poverty are lazy and refuse to work? Yes, some are. But some are elderly, some are disabled, some are a product of an upbringing that didn’t provide the same chance at success as the luckier of us have had, some work very hard and still barely put food on the table, let alone be able to afford health care.
I have to admit that the past few days, I’ve wanted to avoid reading blogs, avoid people’s posts on Facebook, and avoid checking my e-mail. I’ve received e-mails that go way beyond accusing Obama of being a socialist or a Muslim. I received one that said he’s the anti-christ. I’ve had people accuse me of not considering my vote, not praying about it. I’ve had people tell me I couldn’t possibly be a Christian. I’ve watched my blog stats go down since I posted my intent to vote for Obama. And I. am. so. tired. And hurt.
My best friend voted for McCain, and I am so glad she was able to come to a decision about the election that she is satisfied with. I would never question her decision, or accuse her of not thinking it through. We were talking about it on Friday, about how we know that no matter who wins, that person is still a human being, a politician, and we can only pray that he will make the right decisions. I have gone into this election with my eyes and mind open for the first time in my life. I have agonized and prayed and talked about this election more than any other election, way more than I ever did when I just lined up with my party and voted their way. And I’m frankly pissed that people would accuse me of making this decision lightly.
(On a side note, I am completely aware of how blessed I am to have a gift of a best friend. Our friendship doesn’t rely on us agreeing on every issue, and I didn’t have to worry about telling her I was voting for Obama. Michelle is awesome, and I’m cheering her on this month as she takes part in NaNoWriMo. So if you’re reading this and you haven’t got your word count in for the day, get writing! )
Anyway. I’m not going to promise this will be my last political post, because one of the reasons I started my blog was so that I have a place to vent. And I needed to vent today. So, if you’ve made it to the end of this post, thanks for listening.