Coworker: They want to impeach our Governor.
Me: Sure, why not?
Coworker: They should impeach our President.
I just walked away, cause I believe murder is wrong, and I didn't have my non-existent gun on me, but it really angered me. I mean REALLY angered me.
I know I am surrounded by a bunch of knee-jerk conservatives, but I come from a long line of knee-jerk conservatives.
In high school, I was an anti-war supporter during Vietnam. I wore a black armband and refused to say the Pledge of Allegiance in homeroom. My parents disapproved of my behavior, and thought the war was justified (even though it was being perpetuated by a Democrat and they were die-hard Republicans). Their attitude irritated me and we had some heated arguments about it, but I never got really angry about it, nor did they.
Back when the Watergate Hearings were happening, my father and I had many discussions about Nixon. In my father's eyes, RMN could do no wrong, despite the fact that before both our sets of eyes, we were watching the truth unfold. But I never was angry at daddy for his beliefs, even though I felt them to be wrong.
When the Roe v. Wade decision was handed down by the Supreme Court, I don't remember a lot of backlash. There was no such thing, as I remember, as Pro-Life and Pro-Choice. There were people who were totally against abortion and would never have one, but they didn't see anything wrong with women obtaining one legally under safe medical conditions, instead of in a back room with a rusty coat hanger.
(You will notice I use the phrase "as I remember" a lot. That's because in the early 70's my diet consisted mainly of gin and tonics and random drugs, so I may have missed a lot of what was actually happening. Good times.)
But my point is, in spite of the political/moral divisions I had with those closest to me, we were all rational about our differences.
Now every time someone disagrees with me, I feel a Hulk attack coming on.
I am sure there are people more politically savvy then myself (which would include almost everyone except my cats) who have a logical, though long-winded, explanation for the reason there is a cloud of anger/bitterness/righteousness that hangs over our country and makes us all feel like going postal. I probably wouldn't understand it, though, if I heard it. Those years of gin/tonic/drugs have taken their toll.
But I do believe that all this almost palpable negativism is the cause for the rise of cute animal videos. You have to do something to calm down so you won't kill your fellow employees. I guess.
The result of all this National Crankiness is that it makes me feel old. I worked hard in my youth to stand up for what I believe is right, and we had a couple of victories. For a while the country chugged forward with people still disagreeing, but generally just staying out of each other's way. And now it's all gone haywire, and I find myself caught up in it. If my coworker doesn't like Obama, that's her business and her right. I mean, 'Murica, right? Her random comment (inappropriate as it seems to me) about impeaching him shouldn't make me shoot red laser beams out of my eyes and reach for my phaser. This is not me. Has someone been spiking my PBR?
But, hey, have you seen that YouTube of that cat in that box?? It's adorable!