I'm sure therapy would help.
But there's a problem-
I'm not at all sure I want the help.
I'll take to heart any comments you leave.
I have a brother, by law.
He's three months older than me.
He graduated High School, joined the Marines, and went to Viet Nam as an Artillery Forward Observer.
In Viet Nam he served at Chu Lai...
Same as me.
With this much in common you'd think we'd be thick as thieves, wouldn't you?
But there is a fundamental disagreement that separates us.
He's from Chicago.
He voted for you-know-who.
We went to visit in October of 2001, just after the Nation had been traumatized. For three days we listened to what an idiot George Bush was... how Dick Cheney was pulling GWB's strings. How the slight economic downturn at the time was due to Bush's incompetency. (Interesting, now that Bozama has been in office 18 months, this economic downturn is ALSO all GWB's fault!)
There comes a point in everyone's life where you have a decision to make...
How much feces do you want to eat?
I reached that point about a year ago and I took care of the problem tactfully...
I told him I was disappointed... that I thought our similar backgrounds would have lead to similar values. I told him I refused to be a slave to government and that his values were diametrically opposed to mine. I've seen him once since, at his daughter's funeral.
And the problem is, I don't care if I EVER see him again.
I'm fearful that if the country doesn't wake up... if it continues down its present path, the next time I see him may be from behind the sights of my .308 Remington.
Our first and second amendment rights are being threatened.
I've just about reached my line in the sand.
Reasonably intelligent people have gotten so used to government cheese, they're frightened of the spigot being turned off.
I know this is a mental illness for me...
Is there a positive way for me to approach this?
I want to quit feeling like Bozama voters are mentally challenged.