My husband says that I should post my political opinions on my blog. Perhaps he is right or perhaps that would just make me the object of someones unreasonable hate. One thing about opinions is that we all have one and most often they're free for the giving. There is an old saying that one should avoid the topics of religion and politics in polite company. And we do vote secret ballot so I'll save my political opinion for the ballot box. I'm saying all of that to say this. Last week, I was sitting at home listening to the local news and they mentioned that Senator Hillary Clinton was bringing her campaign to Indiana. OK, I expected that. Then they said that she would be coming to Anderson, Indiana and that sort of got my attention as I work in Anderson. Then my jaw dropped to my chest when they said she'd be at the old Anderson High School on Thursday. That school is right across the street from my studio! To me this was big!
I knew that a circus atmosphere would be the rule of the day and would provide gobs of blog fodder. So this installment is all about that big event. I walked around the school grounds several times during the day and just snapped pictures of the people and events. My plan was to wait on the parade route and snap a picture of Senator Clinton as she rode past. Here's the thing about the secret service, they do not attach flashing lights to the car with the political candidate inside. I was so excited when her vehicle passed that I didn't even realize that it was her. I got a picture of her automobile with it's window rolled down. She was ready to wave, I'll give her that but I missed her entirely. I guess my paparazzi potential is pretty low.
So I got in line to go inside the gym and get a picture. As I waited in line I heard several men talk about how bad things have become. As I was standing there listening to them grumble, a blond haired woman (beautifully coiffed) drove past in her beautiful vehicle, wearing gorgeous clothes and lovely jewelry. Suddenly, inside her most wonderful world, she made a fist and shook it at the crowd of people lined up along the street. It seemed so strange to me then she laughed and I did too. Aren't we silly?
Several minutes after she'd passed us, a man carrying two signs declaring that Senator Clinton had or had not signed some trade deal came walking past us ... the multitude. The grumbling guys in line behind me grumbled some more about his audacity. And after that a man carrying a Ron Paul sign walked up the railroad tracks. And all this struck me funny and I said out loud "It's a great country!" Upon which the guys in line behind me grumbled some more about how horrible things have become. I came away unconvinced. America is a great country and I am so thankful that God set me down in this land. Through all the politicking, signs waved, the anti-Bush van with all it's bumper stickers against the president, placards decrying the senator, a fist wielding blond, etc, no one was drug out into the street and beheaded. We can speak our minds and offer our free opinions and live to brag about it. If that isn't great in a world where people are thrown into prison for way less, then I don't know what great is.
I knew that a circus atmosphere would be the rule of the day and would provide gobs of blog fodder. So this installment is all about that big event. I walked around the school grounds several times during the day and just snapped pictures of the people and events. My plan was to wait on the parade route and snap a picture of Senator Clinton as she rode past. Here's the thing about the secret service, they do not attach flashing lights to the car with the political candidate inside. I was so excited when her vehicle passed that I didn't even realize that it was her. I got a picture of her automobile with it's window rolled down. She was ready to wave, I'll give her that but I missed her entirely. I guess my paparazzi potential is pretty low.
So I got in line to go inside the gym and get a picture. As I waited in line I heard several men talk about how bad things have become. As I was standing there listening to them grumble, a blond haired woman (beautifully coiffed) drove past in her beautiful vehicle, wearing gorgeous clothes and lovely jewelry. Suddenly, inside her most wonderful world, she made a fist and shook it at the crowd of people lined up along the street. It seemed so strange to me then she laughed and I did too. Aren't we silly?
Several minutes after she'd passed us, a man carrying two signs declaring that Senator Clinton had or had not signed some trade deal came walking past us ... the multitude. The grumbling guys in line behind me grumbled some more about his audacity. And after that a man carrying a Ron Paul sign walked up the railroad tracks. And all this struck me funny and I said out loud "It's a great country!" Upon which the guys in line behind me grumbled some more about how horrible things have become. I came away unconvinced. America is a great country and I am so thankful that God set me down in this land. Through all the politicking, signs waved, the anti-Bush van with all it's bumper stickers against the president, placards decrying the senator, a fist wielding blond, etc, no one was drug out into the street and beheaded. We can speak our minds and offer our free opinions and live to brag about it. If that isn't great in a world where people are thrown into prison for way less, then I don't know what great is.
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