Move over, Christiane Amanpour

First post. Here I go!

As a general rule, I don't write much about politics. Lord knows I have my own political views. Mr. Kate, I'm sure, would be happy to tell you how much fun it is to listen to my bilious gibberish during any given presidential address. However, in everyday life, I prefer to avoid it. It's pointless. If I'm with a group of people who share my political affiliation, then the conversation just seems like verbal wankery. And there is nothing I deplore more than, say, listening to a couple of half-drunk douches engaged in a scintillating debate about the socio-political implications of Roe v. Wade. How bloody original. Hey, who wants to do shots?

However ...

My mother is in the habit of forwarding me electronic manifestos that appear to have been written by some Cletus sitting around in his underwear and tube socks while on break from 24-hour online border surveillance. The one she sent me today, however, got me all riled up because it essentially implied that the vast majority who voted Democrat in the 2000 presidential election are/were tenement-dwelling, welfare-abusing murderers, and that the Democratic party is systematically destroying democracy as we know it.

So, after replying-all to the e-mail (thereby involving a large portion of my extended family) and feeling very self-satisfied with my thoughtful, intelligent response, I started digging around online and eventually realized that the offending e-mail was the apparently-notorious "Fall of the Athenian Republic," which has its own debunker page on snopes.com.

Ahem. Foot, this is Mouth. Mouth, Foot.

Lesson learned. Just more evidence that I have no business whatsoever talking about politics. Perhaps you'd like to hear a story about my cats?

Posted by Kate Kate on   |   § 3

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Don't worry. I've done that any number of times, including getting irritated and sending out the link to the snopes page.

Sunrunner a.k.a. Mrs. Ian

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Regarding C Amanpour:

About 10 years ago I was watching CNN's crisis du jour when my roommate Kevin came home. I heard him putter around the kitchen for a minute, then he walked into the living room.

I don't remember what Amanpour was talking about, but it was probably fairly grave since it was her doing the reporting. Kevin walks into the living room, doesn't sit, just stands for a second watching the screen. I figure he's getting his news on, but no- he says,

"You know, I don't care how many PhDs that chick might have. I couldn't do her. No way."

And with that, he walked upstairs and got on with his life.

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