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I try to avoid talking about politics. Iapos;ve learned over the years that no one ever wins the argument as it often seems to escalate to. No one that I have ever spoken to at great length who differed on my political viewpoints had ever changed my mind. I know I hadnapos;t changed thiers, either. Although, there have been times that I have�stood corrected on misconceptions that I had with the opposing party. I like to think I am open minded.

Dad and I have never agreed on politics. Ever. Growing up, youapos;d think that I would have been shaped by my parents beliefs and stances but I took the other�sides in many areas. Religion, equal rights and especially politics.

In the past, MANY times in the past, our debates would become so heated that I think it bordered on resentment. Sad, really. So, over time, I just learned to not take the bait so to speak. He would make comments and quips about subjects he knew were antagonizing. I learned to ignore them and when I eventually moved, they ceased to happen anymore.

I received an emal from�my�Dad�called "Bar Stool Economics" which was written by a college professor from Georgia basically dumbing down the tax system for the "Joe six-packs" (*rolls eyes*). The point of the email was to slam Obamaapos;s tax agenda. I knew I shouldnt have replied to it but I took the bait. Here comes the resent...*sigh*....

But, it didnapos;t happen that way.

My Dad was actually respectful and seemed to really want to know why I was supporting Obama. Not, once did I feel I needed to go on the defense. Which is VERY unusual with my father.

We proceeded to email (since we live in different states) back and forth a few times our concerns and opinions and not once did it turn hostile. I actually understood where he was coming from, I still donapos;t agree, but I felt something changed between us. He seems vulnerable and uncertain, like me.
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Wow.

I guess thats all I�can really say.


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