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The first sign of my future political leanings came when I was about four.

I was in the waiting room at my pediatrician's office, with my parents.  It was after dark - how far, I'm not sure, since I very much doubt I knew how to tell time - and I was there for a routine flu shot.  Dr. Gourash, a jolly little woman with a crackly voice, a smoking habit that would have put a blast furnace to shame, and a waiting area stocked with old issues of Highlights, Golden Magazine, and Children's Digest, was one of the very few doctors who had night hours at her home/office, which is why my father was able to accompany Mum and me to the appointment.  She was also a true pioneer in her profession; her immigrant family had not approved of her plans to become a doctor, so she'd first had to work her way through a nursing course, then work her way through medical school while putting in full shifts at an area hospital.  

Exactly how she managed to do this without cracking like Humpty-Dumpty taking a header off the Great Wall of China is not clear - I never thought to ask while I had the chance - but do it she did, and by the time my mother's due date approached and she and Dad were shopping around for a doctor to care for their forthcoming child, Dr. Gourash had a reputation as one of the finest pediatricians in the South Hills.  She kept up on the latest research, was a believer in fresh air, exercise, and letting children develop as they should, and spent enough time on each visit that the families she treated came to regard her as a friend as well as a physician.

If that weren't enough, she also had an autographed picture of Gregor Piatigorski, acquired during the days when she'd actually had enough spare time to study the cello.

I knew little of this on that long-ago night.  What I did know was that there was another child in the waiting room, a little girl who could not stop crying, and that I wanted to help.

Dr. Gourash was in with another patient, so there was no way for her to intervene.  The little girl's mother was trying and failing to distract her, but she was so young, no more than two, that she couldn't articulate whether she was hungry, cold, frightened, or simply bored.  And since she couldn't tell her mother why she was so upset, and her mother wasn't a telepath, her wails only escalated in volume and pitch.

Dad made an excuse and went out to the car because he'd allegedly forgotten something.  Mum, who had deliberately chosen to teach high school because she wasn't much good with very young children, valiantly tried to read me a story, but the other child was so loud that she would have had to shout to be heard.  The little girl's mother started to scold her, which only made things worse.

That's when I got up, walked across the waiting room, and gave the little girl my Gumby.

Gumby isn't very well known today, but back in the early 60's this small lump of green clay and his bright orange horse Pokey were all the rage.  Their stop-motion cartoons were on television, their toys were in all the stores, and their fans, mostly youngsters under the age of six, were legion.

I was one of those fans.  

My only doll was an old Penny-Brite (Mum didn't approve of Barbie because she had breasts and was thus much too advanced for a pre-schooler), who mainly stayed in my room.  I much preferred stuffed toys, who were the perfect size to have Mum's scarves ties about their necks as field-expedient capes so I could play superheroes with them, the occasional toy truck, or bendable action figures of rubber or another soft material.  Among the latter were a Batman (of course), a Robin (ditto), and both Gumby and his buddy Pokey.

I'm not sure why I brought Gumby with me that night.  I might have been going through a "don't you try to separate me from my ___!" stage, or he might have been the nearest toy that fit in Mum's purse.  Either way, I had him, and had been quietly playing with him as the other child screamed and Mum did her best to read aloud.  

As I said above, I was only four or maybe five that night.  Children that young don't necessarily think like adults. Their impulses are closer to the surface, and whatever instincts they have, for good and bad, are much more likely to be expressed in action rather than thought or word.  It's hard to know what they'll do next, and bright children, those with intellects that outstrip their emotional or physical age, are even less predictable.

This may be why Mum sat there in stunned silence when I slid out of my seat, toddled across the room to the crying child, and handed her my Gumby.  

I might have said something, or not; if I did, I certainly don't remember it.  All I knew was that a child who wasn't much younger than me was terribly upset about something, and I wanted to help.  And since my Gumby made me happy and gave me joy, maybe he'd the do the same for her.

The other child looked up at me, hiccuped, and then grabbed Gumby out of my hand and clutched him to her chest.  I turned around and toddled back to my chair, and before Mum could so much as utter a single word either to me or the other mother, Dr. Gourash called us in for my appointment.

I don't recall the rest of the night - there are times I have trouble remembering what I had for breakfast, let alone something that occurred almost half a century ago - but I do know that the other child kept Gumby.  I hope she loved him and played with him until it was time to pass him on to someone else, but I never saw him, or her, again.  

Dad was able to find me a new Gumby (Pokey was lonely without him) and life went on.  Soon enough I'd graduated to another toy (most likely a set of plastic dinosaurs purchased on a trip to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History, which starred in a series of Christmas pageants until my new puppy chewed the allosaurus's head off and I had no one to star as the Virgin Mary), and soon after that we moved to Cleveland and I found that there was more joy in books than I'd ever found in toys.  

I never forgot Gumby, though.  Neither did Mum.  To her dying day she maintained that she'd never seen a child so willing to give up a toy to comfort another child, or so sanguine when her little friend was not returned.  "It was remarkable," she told my aunt, and I suppose it was, but to me it was a no brainer.  The other child needed Gumby more than I did, nothing more.

I'm not going to say that it was inevitable that I'd become a Democrat based on me giving away a toy when I was a kid.  My family was old-school Midwestern Republican on both sides, with Mum insisting that the last honest politician was Bob Taft and both parents supporting Nixon until his involvement in Watergate was blatantly obvious.  I registered as a Republican initially, considered joining Edward Brooke's re-election effort my freshman year of college, and didn't actually become a Democrat until the late 1980s or early 1990s.

The seeds were there from the beginning, though.  My parents believed in a good education for every child, honest government, and the power of science and medicine.  Dad might have been a college administrator and thus middle management, but Mum was a committed member of her local teacher's union, to the point that she was willing to spend the night in jail defying an injunction that would have forced her back to work during a contentious strike.  Both were mainline Christians who made sure that I went to Sunday School and learned my Bible, but they insisted that belief be balanced with reason, and saw no contradiction between the King James Bible that we read on Christmas Eve and my desire to be a scientist.  

It wasn't just my parents who raised me this way.  My aunt may have been about as political as the late and much lamented Malfoy-the-cat, but her brothers were another story.  My uncle Oscar, who'd risen from nothing to become the senior partner at Pittsburgh's most prestigious accounting firm, was appalled by supply side economics and the way the new tax code skewed toward people like him instead of his sisters, and under his aegis Main Lafrentz was one of the first white collar firms in Pittsburgh to hire female and non-white CPA's.  I don't recall my uncle Lou ever bringing up politics, but I know that he worked with people of all ethnic backgrounds at the steel mill, and earlier had served in an ethnically if not racially mixed unit in the service.  And of course Lou, a tough little man who loved golf, my mother's dogs, and his Army buddies above all things, had been one of the men from a tank destroyer battalion who'd been part of the advance guard at Dachau, so he'd seen first-hand the ugly results of racial and religious bigotry.  

Fairness, equality between the races and sexes, the right of women to control their destinies and work alongside men in their profession of choice, serving one's country whether the call came in the form of a draft or a jury summons or a ballot - this is how I was raised.  "Feminist" was not a dirty word in my house, even if Oscar never understood why the ERA was necessary (I'm not sure he believed Mum when she pointed out that not every business owner was as fair-minded as he was, and if he didn't it was purely because he was free enough of prejudice that he could not comprehend it in others), and the only emotion anyone expressed when I chose to attend a women's college was pride that I was smart enough to be accepted at one of the Seven Sisters in the first place.

I think this upbringing is why I eventually broke with family tradition and registered as a Democrat.  It was a gradual thing - my first vote was for John Anderson in 1980, and when I moved to Massachusetts after college I initially registered as an independent because I didn't want to limit my options - but bit by bit, year by year, I could see the sort of Republicanism that had been my family tradition slipping away.  Reagan soaking the poor to aid his rich friends like the Bloomingdales…Jerry Falwell demanding that his private beliefs become the law for all…Oliver North claiming to be a patriot while selling arms to our enemies and letting his Marine brothers die in their beds…it seemed that honesty, and sanity, and a concern for anyone but the wealthy and powerful were more important than community and prosperity for the whole country.  

Living in a state that was a Democratic stronghold only accelerated the process, and by the time I moved back to the Pioneer Valley I had bowed to the inevitable.  I told Mum (who in turn told me not to breathe a word of this to Oscar, although I'm pretty certain he was well aware of my political leanings), took out a subscription to Mother Jones to get the Official Ronald Reagan Doormat, and have only voted Republican twice in the last thirty years.  

I wish my change of registration hadn't been necessary.  The Republican Party of my childhood was far from perfect - the acceptance of Nixon, and Reagan, and Goldwater make that crystal clear - but if you had told me that by now belief in education would be replaced by insistence on charter schools and creationism, that acceptance of Edward Brooke and Dr. King had been replaced by dog whistle appeals to Dixiecrats and signs depicting the President of the United States with a bone in his nose, that patriotism was now firmly melded with a type of religiosity that preached the subjugation of half the human race, the conservationism of Teddy Roosevelt destroyed in favor of subsidies for oil companies and the rape of our national lands, that support for equal rights would be replaced by calls for women to submit to their husbands and a total ban on abortions…I wouldn’t have believed it for a moment.  My parents didn't support any of this, and if they were still alive I do not for one instant think that they would have changed their minds to accept bigotry, misogyny, bad science, and the destruction of our forests and fields for profit as part and parcel of their vote.

Most of all, my parents believed in sharing what they had, and in the proper place of government in our lives.  Mum was able to pay the bills and give me pocket money for college thanks to the Social Security benefits I received after Dad's death.  We always gave money to charity, whether it was the Humane Society and the March of Dimes (Mum) or Amnesty International and MassEquality (me).  We never mocked the poor or wondered why they couldn't "pull themselves up by their bootstraps," and at least once Mum took a troubled student into her home to spend a  night or two when her family situation became intolerable.  We were never out on the barricades, but quietly working behind the scenes, giving what money we could, and most of all voting our convictions…oh yes.  Always.

So…to answer Alyosha Karamazov's question as to why I am a Democrat:

I was raised that way.  

Even though I grew up a Republican.


So…what is your story tonight, my friends?  Did you give a toy to a less fortunate child?  Watch the party of your childhood slip away thanks to greed and the perversion of faith caused by the lust for power?  Are you a red diaper baby?  A lifelong Democrat?  There is no mockery here tonight, so gather 'round and share….


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  •  I had Gumby and Pokey when I was a kid, (13+ / 0-)

    and I remember well the stop motion cartoons.  My grandchildren would be appalled at the quality of those cartoons, what with all the fantastic productions today, but it was exciting stuff when I was a little girl in the late 50's/early 60's.

    I also remember fondly the Eddie Murphy take-off of Gumby on Saturday Night Live.  The real Gumby would never have shouted "I'm Gumby, DAMN IT!" but it made me laugh out loud just thinking about it.  Pokey would have been shocked, shocked I say! :D

    "The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places." Ernest Hemingway

    by Got a Grip on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 06:28:52 PM PDT

  •  Nativity Scene (14+ / 0-)

    I love that you had the Allosaurus play the Virgin Mary in your Nativity Scene.

    Read my webcomic, "Hannibal Tesla Adventure Magazine" at

    by quarkstomper on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 06:55:07 PM PDT

  •  You tell the best stories! (17+ / 0-)

    Mine isn't anywhere as interesting, as I was born and raised in Chicago where I believe they put something in the water to make sure you are a Democrat for the rest of your life.

    My father was a Stevenson Democrat, admitting that Stevenson was too intellectual to make a good politician but would have made a fine statesman. Kennedy was my first hero. His Peace Corps, space program and push for physical fitness made a big impression on me during my pre-teen years.

    But then he was shot and there was a war. And civil rights that were being denied. And believe it or not, there was not the polarization that we see today. Wrongs needed to be corrected and attempts were made by both parties. But the Democrats were ready to welcome women and minorities in a way the Republicans still aren't.

    Goldwater and Nixon frightened me. But Reagan scared the pants off me. He was such a fine actor. Once he decided to run for office that is.

    And the Republican party started to become mean under his leadership. While Governor of California he closed the state mental hospital throwing thousands onto the streets. The homeless problems spread throughout the nation while he was President.

    I guess I am a Democrat because I still want to see man reach for the stars, spread peace through the efforts of individuals united in a cause, protect the less fortunate and insure that the rights of all citizens are preserved.

    I'm just not mean enough to be a present day Republican.

  •  I was going to be glib (8+ / 0-)

    and say that you are way too cool to be a Republican ... but I can almost see that little girl caring about another human being.

    I wrote my diary earlier this week ... and I am glad. I am not sure that I would have published anything because I would have been too busy reading.

    Still think you are way too cool to be a republican.

    "I want to live in a world where George Zimmerman offered Trayvon Martin a ride home to get him out of the rain that night." Greg Martin, Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Central Florida

    by CorinaR on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 07:51:59 PM PDT

  •  I still have my Gumby! (9+ / 0-)

    and I have the Gumby with the fat, eraser-like legs and not the newer, skinnier version that can't even sit up straight.

    I used to have Gumby sit on my computer monitor and stare down at me all day until I started working at home.  Now he sits on the bookcase.

    "Ruling the country is like cooking a small fish." -- Lao Tzu

    by DanielMN on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 07:52:03 PM PDT

    •  That was what my Gumby was like (4+ / 0-)
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      He could stand up on his own, too, which was very cool.

      I've had a couple of other action figures overlooking my desk through the years, most notably Mr. Spock when I was in college.  Now my desk at my little garret in Florence is graced by Iron Man and Captain America, while my home desktop is graced by icons of Julian of Norwich, St. Michael the Archangel, the Mothers of the Disappeared, and Dorothy Day, and never mind that I'm not Catholic.


      This isn't freedom. This is fear - Captain America

      by Ellid on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 08:12:03 PM PDT

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  •  My reasons for my preferences these days.... (18+ / 0-)

    They're not that complicated. I grew up in a Republican family, when voting for president meant voting for an Eisenhower. That party is long gone. My mother is now horrified by what passes for main stream Republicanism these days - and she's not been afraid to say so. Considering she ran for local office as a Republican some years back and was elected, that's saying something.

    My parents believed in public service and community building. They put in thousands of hours in volunteer organizations and community groups. The politics of resentment, of destruction, of demagoguery were not what they expected from their party. They may have had some reservations about the role of government, but they expected it to work - and work for their interests and those of everyone else.

    I've had a long career in science related work, and a longer interest in science fiction. That's given me a lot of second-hand experience with alternate histories, exotic cultures, and wild ideas. The anti-science, close-minded bigotry of the Republican Party is anathema to me.

    I grew up in an America headed to the Moon and beyond. I watched Republicans cut our dreams off at the knees and turn their backs on the future. I watched Richard M. Nixon collect the plaudits for the moon landing that JFK should have been around to see - while NASA's budget was getting slashed.

    Remember the excitement when they finally found the Higg's Boson? Once upon a time that news might have come out of Texas - if we'd ever built the Superconducting Supercollider.

    It's about survival.

    There is nothing coming out of the GOP today that offers any real chance of dealing successfully with global warming, resource depletion, overpopulation, inequality, disease, or any of the other myriad threats facing human life on this planet. For all their talk of patriotism and the Constitution, I see a bunch of yahoos begging for a man on a white horse to save them and take them back to a world that never was. I see them worshipping a God they believe is sending everyone else to Hell - and they'll have front row seats in the cheering section.

    The current state of the Republican Party is perilously close to a cult. They're still looking for their Jim Jones to lead them to salvation, and they can't wait to drink the Koolaid - and shove it down everyone else's throats.

    "No special skill, no standard attitude, no technology, and no organization - no matter how valuable - can safely replace thought itself."

    by xaxnar on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 08:09:47 PM PDT

  •  I published my story earlier (2+ / 0-)
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    but mostly because I think for myself.

    Way cool story, thank you for sharing.

    Der Weg ist das Ziel

    by duhban on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 08:40:01 PM PDT

  •  It's how ya' look at things: (4+ / 0-)
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    My father and grandfather were Democratic office-holders.
    They spent years finding middle-class jobs for their communities -- makes a difference what a kid sees.

    Millions of us – the majority – must come together to insist that President Obama and the Democrats stand up and fight for the things we sent them there to do ... Michael Moore

    by MT Spaces on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 10:15:00 PM PDT

  •  My parents were very middle of the road... (3+ / 0-)
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    ... my dad was, as he put it, a Rockefeller Republican (we lived in NY state).  But he was pro-choice, nonreligious, socially liberal, and worshiped at the altar of education. He was also not a big fan of the Vietnam war, although he did vote for Nixon twice.

    In his later years he and my mom moved to Florida (he died in 2006; she's still there). He started voting Democratic, because he couldn't abide what the Republican party had become. Rockefeller Republicans had disappeared.

    I have always been a liberal, since early childhood. I was born in 1965 and absorbed the "Free to Be You and Me" ethos of the late 60s and early 70s. Also, I worship at the altar of education just like Mom and Dad. (Funny story: one year when voting in Florida, Mom got worried that she had inadvertently voted against a school bond for West Palm Beach, because the ballot was confusing. She was horrified! She couldn't imagine not supporting her tax dollars going toward schools.)

    My best friend from childhood has a similar tale. Growing up, her (well-educated) parents were Republicans (her dad, like mine, was an attorney). But now they are Democrats.

    Anyway, that's my story. Thanks much for this diary. You sound like a fine human being. Funny how those character traits seem to be inborn. (I have to admit, though... Gumby always creeped me out, as a kid. I'm not sure why. :-)).

    “Better the occasional faults of a government that lives in a spirit of charity than the consistent omissions of a government frozen in the ice of its own indifference.” -- FDR, 1936

    by SolarMom on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 10:49:32 PM PDT

    •  I should add... (3+ / 0-)
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      Oh, how times have changed.

      “Better the occasional faults of a government that lives in a spirit of charity than the consistent omissions of a government frozen in the ice of its own indifference.” -- FDR, 1936

      by SolarMom on Sat Oct 26, 2013 at 11:23:00 PM PDT

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    •  My mother was voting Democrat by the end (5+ / 0-)

      She never re-registered, but she despised Reagan and Bush I.  She voted for Dukakis on my recommendation in '88, and in the last election where she was still competent enough to vote, she cast her ballot for Clinton.

      My dad came from solid middle class family, but his father died in '43, just before Dad was drafted, so Dad used the GI Bill to finish college and then pay for graduate school.  He was pro-choice (oh, was he pro-choice - I'll never forget him telling a co-worker that after seeing Mum nearly bleed to death having me, he realized that what a woman did with her body was ultimately her business, not his), believed in civil rights, and moved us back to Pittsburgh after two horrible years in a small Southern town that looked like Mayberry on the surface and was a seething hotbed of sexism, racism, and bigotry underneath.  He died in '75, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have liked Reagan very much.

      Even my beloved uncle Oscar was done with the Republicans by '92, the last election of his life.  He didn't like Clinton or Dukakis one bit, but was so appalled by Reaganomics and Bush I that he voted for Ross Perot.  Trust me, I felt the seismic shock of that all the way up in Massachusetts, 600 miles from his home in Pittsburgh.....

      This isn't freedom. This is fear - Captain America

      by Ellid on Sun Oct 27, 2013 at 04:53:17 AM PDT

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  •  You shared your toy(s) once, (4+ / 0-)
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    which makes you a socialist.  ;)

    Or so some might say. I seem to recall that was a sound bite from 2008. It sprang to mind upon reading your anecdote.

    Thanks for sharing your toy and your story.

  •  My father's response to Watergate: (5+ / 0-)

    "Nixon's only mistake was that he got caught."

    It wasn't much fun being reared by a racist who took out  his anger at his station in life on his family.  Too many painful stories to tell, but I was often the target, since he could not figure out how he had spawned a "sissy boy" who preferred paper dolls and reading to sports.

    When I left for the University of Michigan, I never looked back and only visited occasionally because of my mother.  
    Over the years, his attitude toward me softened, and I could be in his presence without trembling inside.  However, it was still a shock to me when family photographs were relegated to the shelf of a china cabinet and on the walls were signed photos of Reagan (on a horse), Bush II, and, gasp, Ollie North.  All, of course, were the results of contributions to Republican fundraising appeals.

    I was at U of M when Kennedy stopped for a campaign rally on the steps of the Michigan Union and announced to the world that, if elected, he would like to start something called "a peace corps."  I stepped into the political arena that night, and, once again, never looked back.  I suppose I would describe my self, like Bernie Sanders, as a Social-Democrat.  That would be how I behave, but in my mind I am much more radical.

    I could never write a diary like this, Ellid, too many scars to peel off to get at the evolution of my political leanings, but I do know that it started when I was very young:  "For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction."

    Just waitin' around for the new Amy Winehouse album

    by jarbyus on Sun Oct 27, 2013 at 06:30:33 AM PDT

    •  So sorry that your experience was so painful (3+ / 0-)
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      And may I say that anyone who'd relegate family photos to the china closet in favor of a photo of the traitor Oliver North, who stood by and did nothing while his Marine brothers died in their beds, has problems that are beyond my comprehension?  Good God.

      This isn't freedom. This is fear - Captain America

      by Ellid on Sun Oct 27, 2013 at 04:06:47 PM PDT

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  •  No good stories from my own life (4+ / 0-)
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    Although I understand that my mother (not my step-mother, mind you) back in the 1940s had a Chinese-American friend, & when they went out to eat, she would let her pick the restaurants. Because back then some restaurants wouldn't serve, well you know, those people.

    Surprising to think that was normal in the city many call "The People's Republic of Portland". Yes, there are a lot of skeletons in Portlandia's closet.

    Anyway, I am constantly surprised at how the Republican party changed over the decades. People are often surprised to learn that the GOP wasn't always as conservative -- or reactionary -- as it was today. For example, that there were real Liberal Republicans like Tom McCall. Or that there were unions who supported the Republicans. (Of course, there is a reason why the Teamsters supported the Republican party.)

    IIRC, back when I was a kid the real difference between the two parties wasn't so much over left-right political orientation, but that the Republicans were the "respectable people" & the Democrats were the rest of the Americans. Yes, there is a dark meaning to "respectable", but also a positive one: it applied to the responsible people, the folks who made something of their lives. The people who had made something of themselves, professionals, those who had social standing. Meanwhile, the Democrats were the Southern racists, folks who professed those strange Christian sects, the uncultured blue collar & first-generation immigrants, & lots of sleazy politicians who would promise anything to get elected. (This is something of an oversimplification, but it was the popular perception/stereotype into the 1980s.) Yes, there have always been RWNJs in the GOP, but once they were just as common in the Democratic column. The GOP might have Joe McCarthy, but the Democrats had George Wallace & other loudmouthed embarrassments. Until the 1990s, right-wing 3rd-party movements (like the Dixiecrats of the 1950s & the American Independent Party of the late 1960s & early 1970s) tended to suck votes from the Democratic column, not the Republican.

    And then Watergate happened.

    Richard Nixon, the face of the moderate-to-liberal sections of the GOP, was responsible for the biggest constitutional crisis since the Civil War. Anyone with political views from center to the left found more to dislike about the GOP label than the Democratic, & the GOP, preoccupied with its "Southern Strategy", let them go. Those of such persuasion who stayed in the GOP either were pushed to the side, or died of old age.

    I'm probably just repeating what everyone here at DKos knows by heart -- & can explain it better than me. However, the news media still thinks of the Dem-Rep divide in terms of their identities of the 1970s & 1980s, & not the "cross section of America" vs. "right-wing ideologues" of today, so some people out there still haven't heard the news.

  •  I Was Born a Liberal (4+ / 0-)
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    because I knew from before I can recall two things:

    1) Slavery and racial discrimination is wrong because no one volunteers to be a slave or to be deprived of a normal life that people of another "color" are living.  So, I'm militant when it comes to extending civil rights to any person, group, or demographic that is discriminated against.


    2) Your rights end where my rights begin, aka "Don't tread on me."  Unlike conservatives who believe only property owners have rights and they extend as far as their money can buy; the religious zealots who believe that only their kind of Christians have rights to freedom of/from religion; and the anti-pro-lifers who believe only the unborn who are not their own are somehow their "civil property" to govern.

    That's why I'm a Democrat.

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    by Limelite on Sun Oct 27, 2013 at 12:59:58 PM PDT

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