Liberal? Oh Lord, I hope not

A reader responding to a post recently stuck a dagger into my heart: He called me "a liberal."

Oh Lord. What to do. Stereotyped forever as one of those, God forbid, "liberals."

After my blood pressure returned to normal, I had to stop and think. What did I do to become "one of them."

Liberals, as rule, oppose capital punishment. I support frying felons who kill other people, especially those who kill cops or commit murder as part of rape, spousal abuse or child abuse.

Liberals support gun control. I don't. I have enough guns to start a good-sized revolution.

Liberals love labor unions. I hate them. Labor unions outlived their usefulness many years ago and now help drive jobs overseas.

Liberals love big government. I despise government -- big or small.

So how in the hell did I become a liberal? Damn good question.

The problem with being labeled a liberal comes from the desire of others to stereotype those whose opinions might differ from their own. I didn't support John McCain, therefore I must be a liberal. I thought the Republican Party had lost sight of its founding principles. Ah, that's a liberal talking.

Truth is, I'm neither a liberal or a conservative, a Republican or a Democrat, right-wing or left wing. I support some causes that are liberal, some that are conservative and many that defy classification. I'm a pro-life gun nut, a free-market liberarian who belives nobody's life, liberty or property is safe while Congress is in session and the White House is occupied.

I'm an American. That's the only label that I accept or desire. No others need apply.

A reader responding to a post recently stuck a dagger into my heart: He called me "a liberal."

Oh Lord. What to do. Stereotyped forever as one of those, God forbid, "liberals."

After my blood pressure returned to normal, I had to stop and think. What did I do to become "one of them."

Liberals, as rule, oppose capital punishment. I support frying felons who kill other people, especially those who kill cops or commit murder as part of rape, spousal abuse or child abuse.

Liberals support gun control. I don’t. I have enough guns to start a good-sized revolution.

Liberals love labor unions. I hate them. Labor unions outlived their usefulness many years ago and now help drive jobs overseas.

Liberals love big government. I despise government — big or small.

So how in the hell did I become a liberal? Damn good question.

The problem with being labeled a liberal comes from the desire of others to stereotype those whose opinions might differ from their own. I didn’t support John McCain, therefore I must be a liberal. I thought the Republican Party had lost sight of its founding principles. Ah, that’s a liberal talking.

Truth is, I’m neither a liberal or a conservative, a Republican or a Democrat, right-wing or left wing. I support some causes that are liberal, some that are conservative and many that defy classification. I’m a pro-life gun nut, a free-market liberarian who belives nobody’s life, liberty or property is safe while Congress is in session and the White House is occupied.

I’m an American. That’s the only label that I accept or desire. No others need apply.

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3 Responses

  1. Doug, you said “The problem with being labeled a liberal comes from the desire of others to stereotype those whose opinions might differ from their own.”

    I’d like to take that thought a little further if I may. I’ve found that there are quite a few people who are anxious to find out if you’re one of “us” or one of “them” and, for some reason, they all have precious little time to make that determination. So, in the first few moments of conversation, if you espouse one single opinion that agrees with them, then by golly you’re a [fill in the political persuasion here], or vice-versa. And while your reader happened to be a conservative, the political pigeonholer exists on both sides of the fence.

    Like you, I’m a mixed bag, politically speaking. In the last election, I happened to believe the Republican’s financial plan was slightly less bad than the Democrat’s, and voted that way. But I also happen to believe that it’s not my business who gets married, that the government shouldn’t hold a gun to a woman’s head and force her to have a baby she doesn’t want, that embryonic stem cell research should be federally funded, and I don’t think children should be forced to pray to Jesus in the public schools. Yes, when the lazy try to put this round peg in one of their two square holes, it doesn’t work very well!

    I realize that writing a blog is different than discussing politics with strangers in the diner, but I hope you can find a way to have fun with it and not let your blood pressure reach stratospheric levels. It’s amusing going back and forth with people who are anxious to pigenhole you. As soon as they decide I’m “one of us”, I drop about 3 bombs on them that makes them change their mind and make me “one of them”. Then, when they turn red with anger, I’ll tell them about a few things in which we are in agreement. Then repeat as necessary. It leaves them confused and flustered – and unable to put me into a neatly stereotyped category.

    Maybe one day these people will be able to see some gray.

  2. I must be getting old, then. I’ve been around long enough to remember readers of Capitol Hill Blue bashing you for being too conservative whenever you had something bad to say about Bill Clinton.

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