Thank you for the informative articles regarding the status of the battleground states in the upcoming election. Arnold York mentioned in his piece on the red and blue states that he liked discussing politics, which I also enjoy. But I can’t-not with my neighbors anyway. Why? I’ll tell you.
Do you know what it’s like being a Republican in Malibu? Lonely. It’s also a little risky. After seeing so many Kerry/Edwards bumper stickers, I decided to put a Bush/Cheney sticker on my car to show my preference. Not only do I have to be careful where I park my car, but also, I regularly get the “finger” as the BMWs and Volvos zoom by!
It’s no secret that at the local schools if you are a Republican parent, student or teacher, you’d better not express your opinions. Just stay in that closet with the door locked tight!
We now have a bookstore in Malibu. There is an abundance of anti-Bush books everywhere, but no Republican-type books of any kind. I guess they thought no one would buy them in this city. (Can you imagine what would happen if I asked for a copy of “Unfit for Command” by the Swift Boat vets? I’d probably start a riot.)
When I’m listening to talk radio in my car, I have to turn it down when waiting for signals for fear the driver next to me might hear the name Sean Hannity, Larry Elder, or…(worst of all) Rush Limbaugh.
Have you noticed? The only four-letter word that you can’t utter in this so-called tolerant city does not start with an F, it starts with a B. I love Malibu, but this otherwise nice community doesn’t seem to have the stomach for Republicans or their ideas. Of course, I could change my ways and become a liberal Democrat to fit in … but I wouldn’t have the stomach for that.
Cindy Link