I have been reading blogs. Important blogs. Blogs that are relevant to the world. I am addicted to them. I read them everyday. When I read those blogs, I feel like my blog is trite. I should be commenting on the important things! The war! The tragedy! The injustice! The truth! The lies! The right! The left!
Oh, the humanity!
Well, here's the truth: I'm not qualified or knowledgeable enough to comment on any of that stuff. I majored in Spanish, not Political Science. Ask me a Spanish question, anything, I can answer it.
I'll leave the important blogging to Michelle Malkin and all of her cohorts. They do a fine job and they are a lot smarter than I am. And more politically minded. I mean, did y'all see that thing about the altered photos?? That, my friends, is important stuff. Really important stuff.
I get so tongue-tied when I talk with someone I disagree with. I get all nervous. I can't remember what I want to say. I end up saying the wrong things. At least I think so. Maybe I'm saying the right things, but at the time all I hear is gobbledygook.
Why am I writing about this? It's because I am what some people would call a "conservative." I live in a city that is full of what some people would call "liberals." Also, these so-called liberals don't take too kindly to those who don't lean in their direction. I've been called a "bigot" because I told this guy that I believe that homosexual behavior is wrong behavior. The guy that called me that was really mad at me, just because I didn't agree with him. What happened to tolerance?
This started out as a post about how I didn't want to give an opinion about anything and ended up being one in which I give my opinion about a very "volatile" subject. Huh.
To close, here is a picture of two subjects close to my heart. My feet, including but not limited to, my broken toe, and Olive laying on a pair of my pants.