Colorblind Me

I can remember the combination lock to my junior high locker (14-36-24), but I can't remember if I'm living in a "red" or "blue" state. During the election last year, I figured it was a short-lived media catch phrase, not worth committing to memory. Who cares if my state is red or blue--all I know is that my vote doesn't really "count," because my state always vote along liberal Democratic lines and I don't. (Yes, I know--"every vote counts"--but surely you understand what I mean.)

But a year later, the media keeps referring to us as "red" and "blue" and I am puzzled each time. I miss the entire point of the report because I can't remember what color I am. Or what color my state is. Am I red? Or blue? Or really purple, as some have suggested?

I propose that "red" and "blue" labels be eliminated immediately.

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In other news, a 20-year old man shot six people at my local mall. Luckily, no one was seriously injured. My neighbor and I were discussing this shocking event and she confided, "I don't think I'll ever go back." And I said, "You know, I think there must be something wrong with me, because it won't stop me at all."

After a crazy incident like that, what are the chances it will happen again soon?

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Last week, I wept as I finished reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. A couple of nights ago, I picked up Anne Lamott's Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith and although I love her writing, I am weary of her constant bashing of George W. Bush and all Republicans. I'm starting to take it personally, because how else can I take it? But I will persevere. I am loyal to a fault.

Even if I do live in a red blue red blue red blue state. Or red state.

Never mind. I'm colorblind, as only a white Republican from Washington state can be.