Truthful Tuesday: Too Many People Come To My Site After Searching: “Is ‘X’ Liberal”?

Which makes me wonder every so often, if there is a counter conservative site called “smart, sassy, and conservative”, where the same thing happens to that blogger but with the question being: “is ‘x’ conservative”… 

Then, I wake up and realize liberals don’t seek to tarnish people by labeling them as “conservative”.  That there is no liberal bias towards conservatives or if one exists it is not as devastating or widespread as the counter conservative bias towards liberals.  However, in all seriousness, within the last month alone, people have come to this site, wondering: 

Is “J.K. Rowling” liberal?  (because how horrible would it be if Harry Potter was written by a “liberal” writer…) 

Does the “Hunger Games” have a liberal bias?

Is “Ryan Gosling” liberal? 

Is “Jennifer Lawrence” liberal? 

Is “Josh Hutcherson” liberal?  

What do liberals say about the “Hunger Games”? (I’m guessing you can’t like the Hunger Games book or the movie if the book is based on a liberal schema or if the actors themselves are liberal, because how actors behave or what they believe in their personal life is central to any plot device, no matter who wrote it.)

“Liberals Zimmerman video” (one of my favourites, because I’m guessing only liberals are or should be taking offense of George Zimmerman’s actions)

“My son is a liberal” (because what truly horrifying way to tell your parents they failed, and I guess, if you’re a conservative that might be terrifying… Are there conservative, evangelical based support groups for that?  I would imagine so.)

All of these searches took place in the span of one month.  If I go back further, it gets even more frightening.  

I guess maybe I do understand it, but in truth?  I wish no one had ever told me Tom Selleck was a conservative, because now, I have a difficult time watching Magnum P.I. while knowing that fact.  I guess what I’m really wondering is: who the hell searches for these terms and what do they base it on?  I know there’s a right wing agenda to paint liberals as radical infiltratists who want everyone to smoke pot and become atheists, but the wonderful thing about being liberal is, excepting for the extremes, we’re pretty much tolerant of who you are and what you do, as long as you don’t tell us that we have to do it or believe in it as a way of life or prevent us from living a life as a consenting adult with other consenting adults.   As long as you’re respecting of other people and their rights, and not committing a crime against persons of any age or property, we’re pretty much okay with leaving you alone to believe and live how you want.   Or, otherwise known as, treating you like a consenting adult in your own home. (Novel concept, right?)

But, the very act of actively searching out whether or not others are liberal, is actually very telling.  It’s essentially saying that you aren’t tolerant of other people, just because they have a different view point.  When that happens, no matter what you happen to believe or how “American” you think you are, you have strayed from the very freedoms this country was founded upon and from the very ideals that the founding fathers you so ardently trumpet believed in.   Intolerance does not equal patriotism, or at least it should not, and when you wrap it in the flag, declare that it’s the “right” way to live, you bring this country down, like an albatross.  

In short: liberal is not a bad word and anyone that just might, possibly, actually be liberal?  Isn’t all that bad, either.  

Truthful Tuesday: The Wizard of Oz Twister

Growing up, I was enamored with the Wizard of Oz.  I watched it almost every day.  I often skipped around the house, singing “Follow the Yellow Brick Road” as the munchkins were in high volume on the television in the den.   My long time friend (30+ years), Sherryl can recount how much I love the Wizard of Oz - so much so that even to this day anything from the movie reminds her of me.  

When I was little, because I loved the movie so much, I wanted to be in a tornado.  I thought it would be fun, because, well… you got to go to Oz, of course.  Munchkins and yellow brick roads and good witches - oh my!  Who wouldn’t want to experience that?  I thought the only way to get to Oz was by tornado and I wanted to go so badly that every time there were funnel clouds in the sky or my parents said it looked like tornado weather, I actually got excited.  

For anyone getting angry with me: I was only a child.  I didn’t understand the full ramifications of tornadoes.  I thought the most damage one could do was knock you out for a few hours.  You’ll also have to note that I lived through Hurricane Alicia fairly early on in my life, and all that was, was a big pain in the ass: no electricity, board games, staying inside, and sleeping in my sister’s room.  I didn’t understand that I was sleeping in her room, so that my parents only had to go to one room to get both of us, in the event of wind damage, high water, or a tornado.  I thought, at least a tornado would be over much more quickly.  I was, if nothing else, practical about time. 

Then, today (I am writing this late Monday), I was talking to my sister, because the girl’s birthday is today…. but when I called the girl, she was out with her dad.  My sister told me about the storms that are quickly approaching my area: 

The storms have already caused tornadoes to touch down just outside of San Antonio and in Oklahoma, as well as produced hail in Dallas, causing flight delays. 

For the first time, in my life, I’m actually afraid of the wrath of a “twister”, which is ironic, considering I wasn’t afraid of itty-bitty, teeny-tiny Hurricane Ike, while I was living in an apartment alone.  Oh.. with a cat.  

Maybe it was living through that storm, on my own, and seeing the destruction that occurred both right next door and down the street that has me on edge.  I mean, if I was a little girl, I’d think, well… I finally have a “Toto” cast, albeit, she’d need some hair colour to be completely perfect, but she’s much better suited than Ralph, just due to her size.  (Ralph had the colouring.)

I have to be honest, though, because I have a freaky sixth sense about me that those that are close to me have seen in action.  All day today, I’ve been fighting a migraine, that hurts so bad, I can hardly function.  I’m nauseous, and all I want to do is pray to the porcelain Gods, only, I have a cast iron stomach.  I can remember each and every time I’ve done so, which has only been three times in the past twenty years, and one was just because I consumed too much salt in my water, when I was feeling dizzy.  (In other words, I overcorrected for my more common ailment: fainting.)  Yes, call me a southern belle, but I am more likely to faint than I am to throw up, because I’ve done it more often in the last twenty years (a minimum of five…).

My freaky sixth sense, my migraine, and the way I’m feeling are all warning me.  And, I hope this feeling goes away with sleep and getting away from the glow of the laptop, but all I can think about is how dumb I was to wish a tornado would sweep me up and carry me to Oz when I was little.  Even if Lexi/Toto could join me… surely by now, the munchkins and government employees controlled by Oz have found out that while poppies can put you to sleep, they can also be worth a lot of money on the black… errrr.. green? market? And minus a Wicked Witch and a cunning Wizard, who is there to really keep everyone in line and in fear?  Glinda?  The Tin Man?  Scarecrow? 

…and should we really trust those that are left? 

Truthful Tuesday Part Two

I do odd things, sometimes, with probably common sense logic and reasonsing, but maybe too much common sense logic and reasoning. 

For example, I have not watched the Ides of March, but I bought it from iTunes.  I really, really, really want to see it, but I’m waiting until Thursday. 

Because, Thursday is the Ides of March and I will consider it a waste if I don’t watch it then or if I forget about it.  I will probably plan my whole day around watching this one movie.  

Yeah… see, I’m a thrill a minute…