Hot Air Released | kathryn1985's Blog

You know me well, my brain and my body, what makes me tick, what makes me laugh, what excites me and what makes me cry. I know what you're thinking Rich, what you think of me, the effect of a single fingernail creating a trail on your cheek, how your day goes from the very early morning until you call it quits and the lights turned out at a very reasonable hour.

Yet in a thousand conversations we have never treaded on the subject of politics. You know my uncompromising position here online which I bitterly defend and, many times, regret my harshness the next day. I believe I know how you will vote but will never ask. I'm afraid it would lead to an escalating argument and a divide that would not be forgotten.

I watched "60 Minutes" last night, channel surfing from my Sunday night hotel room bed. The ancient historical author David McCullough was interviewed by the equally ancient Morey Safir and he recalled times (from his 12 x 12 writing cottage complete with typewriter on Martha's Vineyard) when the opposing parties disagreed but compromised and pounded out divergent thinking into great laws.

McCullough and Safir visited Independence Hall where a disliked and soft-spoken Thomas Jefferson led vehement, table-pounding vitriol and with a quill pen to paper wrote the Declaration of Independence, a convergence of many into a single document that kick-started our nation.

Safir interviewed Harry Reid and Mitch McConnell, the dem and repub senatorial leaders, respectively. They've been at each other for 30 years on the Senate floor. They remain friends and rivals, unlike, it seems, the current crop of Congress who would deploy one of the handguns that wrongly proliferate our nation if it could get past the metal detector at the front entrance to the Senate chambers.

My EP friend JoeyFoxx takes an opposing political view, calmly backs his argument with facts which can be interpreted many ways and diffuses my heated responses by remaining as cool as the proverbial cucumber. This morning Goliath Tree parried my attempt to steer his claim that non-union line crews were turned away by New Jersey into darker political waters by answering then quickly asking how my family was coping with the hurricane aftermath. Dontcha know when a girl wants to claw, scratch and bite?

Enough of the political ads ad nauseum, all things political and the divisiveness politics has created. We know a much better way.