Why I Consider Myself a Republican

16 11 2008

This is another off-the-cuff thing, so excuse run-on sentences, bad punctuation, and the like!  I’m going to break this down into topics.

First, let me say that I do consider myself a conservative Republican.  That does not make me a racist.  I would have had no problem voting for a black President, just not Barack Obama.  I am not bashing anyone who voted for him.  This is just an opinion piece.  MY opinion.  Everyone is entitled to their own, and I don’t like you any less if you don’t agree with me.  Let’s just agree to disagree, okay?

I am not a religious person.  I don’t believe that I ever was.  I consider myself an atheist, but I have no problem with religious people and I do think that religion can help you become a better, morally sound person.  However, I feel that you can also be those things without religion.  I don’t need a book to tell me that it’s wrong to steal, cheat, lie, and kill.  If you’re interested in reading the blog I wrote about atheism, maybe I’ll post it someday. I AM going somewhere with this, by the way.

Homosexuality and Gay Marriage:

I have no problem with homosexuality.  I also think that gay people are born gay.  I think that each church should be allowed to choose whether or not they want to perform same-sex marriages.  I think that they should have the same rights as married couples.  My problem is that I don’t want my kids to be taught about gay marriage in school.  I don’t want my kids to be taught about any marriage or sex in school.  It is MY responsibility to teach my kids those things.  Just like I will teach them about religion (all religions) and let them choose their own path.

Global Warming/Environment/Energy Blah Blah:

I think that it’s great that this country has made so many advances to take steps towards making the world a cleaner, more efficient place.  However, scientists have done extensive research and pretty much said that this is horseshit, and I believe scientists over Al Gore.  Sorry.  Also, I believe in an “all of the above” approach to securing energy independence.  Wind, water, oil, coal, natural gas, hamsters on wheels… whatever.  And all of you “NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard)” assholes, you can pay $5 a gallon for gas.  Put that shit in my backyard please, but gimme free energy!


If I ever ran for office I would make a website, give all of my constituents a log in and password, and have them cast a vote on each issue that I had to vote for.  Then I would vote however they wanted me to.  I know that’s probably not realistic, but I thought that politicians “represent” the people?  Didn’t the people want off-shore drilling?  Didn’t the people oppose the bailout?  I used to work for the government.  Believe me when I say that they don’t know better than you.  They vote how they want to.


I believe that no matter who you are, you control your life.  I don’t care if you grew up in a box under a bridge in Queens, you control your own success.  You can sit there in that box all day and mope about how shitty your life is, or you can find a way to make a couple bucks, go to the Salvation Army and get an outfit, and do job interviews.  “But what job will hire me?  A helpless, homeless man?”  – McDonald’s.  There, I said it. I do think that Welfare is okay to a certain extent.  People fall on hard times, yes, and need a boost.  Okay – but don’t pay these fools more money than they can make working.  Make it the bare minimum.  I know people on Welfare right now who just went out and bought a PS3.  Hello?  I don’t have a PS3.  I think there should be time limits, piss tests, and all other kinds of goodies if you want government help.  Sorry.  Don’t blame me – blame all the other assholes who take that govt check and drink it, smoke it, or snort it.


Admit it, in 2001 you were all about blowing some asshole terrorists up.  I’ve been there, have you?  Can you even find Iraq on a map?  How about Afghanistan?  That’s all I gotta say.


I think that our borders should be secured and that there should be a legal way for anyone to become an American citizen.  America is the greatest country in the world, and I don’t blame all these people for wanting to come here.  The problem is that they have it better than some of us.  Health care, Housing, Welfare – all provided by the taxpayers!  Become a citizen, then you can mooch off the Govt like half the country already does.  Legally!


Flat tax.  I’m not rich, but I truly don’t believe that it’s fair that the top 5% pay 50% of our taxes.  Most of them worked hard to be successful, or their parents did.  We shouldn’t tell them how to spend it.


I am “technically” pro-choice.  Whoa, I know.  BUT I consider myself Pro-Life with exceptions.  Lol.  I do NOT believe in abortion as birth control.  However, I believe in terminating for medical reasons.  Such as – serious birth defects that would most likely result in death anyway. A good example : anencephaly.  Also, if the life of the mother is in serious danger, I would accept that as a good reason, probably.  I may even except incest, but I believe that adoption may be acceptable there.
I understand a woman’s right to choose, because it is her body, but come on!  That’s a baby in there.  Especially once you’re past the first trimester.  It’s your own damn fault you got pregnant (in most cases).  There are so many families out there who can’t have children that would happily accept your unwanted child into their lives, and I think that adoption should be at least looked into before aborting.  As the mother of an unplanned child, you will NEVER convince me that abortion is good just because you aren’t ready, you can’t afford it, or you don’t want stretch marks.  Because I felt all of those ways, too.  My daughter is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Also, this whole thing about how if abortion is banned, people will start busting out the coat hanger and dying because they jabbed themselves in the crotch… That’s your own damn fault!!!!!!!  If you take a sharp, pointy, metal thing and shove it between your legs, and you fuck yourself all up, don’t blame the government.

Stimulus rebates:

Fucking. Stupid.  They don’t work and they are more hassle than good.


Not all Republicans are rich, bible-thumping, gay-hating, racist assholes.  I am none of the above.  I am a lower-middle-class Army wife, veteran, atheist mother who went through a stage of bi-curiosity!

So, hate me if you wish.  Tell me where you and I disagree.  Did I forgot a topic?  Tell me what!


For JD – WHY I have tattoos.

15 11 2008

You asked, here it is.  I’m not editing or using proper grammar or anything here.. just typing it as it comes out of my brain.  Lol.

I have 5 tattoos.  I got 3 of them before I was 18 and the story behind that is pretty stupid.  When I was 14 I got into the whole goth/punk scene, which wasn’t popular at the time.  I didn’t know anyone who had a tattoo either, except older people (by older I mean, not in high school).  I wanted to get my eyebrow pierced, and this was still semi-taboo at the time, too.  This was the mid-90s and eyebrow, tongue, and multi-earlobe piercings were becoming increasingly popular.  “Tramp stamps” aka, lower back tattoos, weren’t “in” yet either.

I begged my parents to let me get my eyebrow pierced.  I begged and begged.  Keep in mind, I’m 14.  They, of course, said No.  More like, “No way in hell!” This lasted a few months, and then I changed my mind and wanted my tongue pierced.  My parents felt vindicated that I had changed my mind and realized that I would change it again, so they just kept saying no.

My aunt, at this time, was into tats.  She got like 6-7 tattoos over a few months time.  I thought a tattoo might be cool, but I figured if they wouldn’t let me get a piercing, which can be removed and healed over, then I wouldn’t even bother asking for a tat.

One day, my aunt was over and she and my dad were talking about tattoos.  My dad decided he would get a tattoo of Jesus.  My dad looks like a biker with a ZZ Top beard, and now a tattoo of Jesus?  Ugh.  Okay, so my dad gets this tattoo.  Whatever. Lol.

A few weeks later, I’m telling my dad about the benefits of a piercing (just making crap up) and he says.. “Why don’t you get a tattoo instead?”  Now, my dad doesn’t do drugs but I thought for sure he was on something right then.  I took advantage of it.

Walt, my tattoo artist, refused to tattoo me until I was 15 with parental consent.  On my 15th birthday, my dad and my aunt took me and I got a tattoo of a tree frog.  I liked frogs a lot, and it has somewhat of a personal story.  I won’t go into it, but when I was 13 I went to a missionary school in FL and got shit on by a bunch of tree frogs.  Needless to say, they are pretty but not very nice.  I should have had a turd tattooed under the damn thing.

Okay, I’m sure you’ve heard, but tattoos are addicting.  It’s like drugs.  I was already planning my next one before the first one healed.  I got 2 more tats before my 18th birthday.  I also got my lip and clit pierced when I was 17 by some weirdo with a mullet who didn’t require parental consent.  In his defense, he did a good job.

Anyway, the 2 next tattoos I got were small, and honestly, pretty dumb.  They were just “pretty” things that I liked.

Fast foward to April 2006.  I’m 21 and I’ve been in the Army for a couple years.  I’m in Iraq, and I decide I want another tattoo.  This time though, I want something special.  My dad is an artist.  Not professionally anymore, but he does it on the side sometimes.  He is outstanding.  Anyway, I give my dad some vague details about what I want.  It’s very personal, but for the most part I just tell people that I wanted a piece of art by my father forever, so I got it tattooed on me.  I make it a big one too.  I come home on leave from Iraq, and I go and get this big ass tattoo on my arm.  I have to do it all at once because I don’t have enough time for it to heal and then come back and get it finished.  It took 6 hours.  Ouch.

I had a daughter in June of 2007.  6 days after I gave birth, I got her name tattooed between my shoulderblades.  They usually make you wait, but the guy who did it (not Walt – mistake!) figured I could handle it.  I did, but your senses are so heightened after birth that it was about 10x more painful than it should’ve been!

Here are a couple pictures:

My arm – shortly after it was finished-

My daughter’s name:

This is actually a picture of my back.  Lol.  I’m white as hell, but the flash on the camera made me invisible.

As far as my other tats, I don’t have any pics handy and I’m too lazy to take any.

Will I get more tats in the future?  Yes.  I have 1 more small one that I want to get, if I can talk my husband into letting me.  I also need someone who can speak/write fluently in Arabic before I can get it.  Besides that one, I plan to get all of my children’s names put on here somewhere.

Do I regret my stupid tattoos?  Yes and no.  If I could go back, I probably would’ve gotten something else, but I don’t regret it.  Notice that I said something ELSE.  I still would’ve gotten a tat.  It just reminds me of a different time when I was a different person.

Anyway – hopefully that helps give you some perspective.