For nigh on to six decades now, my life has found itself intertwined with politics of some sort. To be perfectly transparent, my first introduction to politics came, in all places, at a local Baptist church. For the not-so-faint of heart, that simply is to say that any close infighting that exists between Democrats and Republicans does not begin to hold a candle to the renowned Monday night deacon’s meeting. In the same vein, Facebook, X or any other new-fangled social media can, in no way, compare to the fake news embedded in the juicy conversation that would occur over a fruit cocktail congealed Jello salad carefully placed over a leaf of iceberg lettuce with a dabble of fresh cottage cheese on top, which was enjoyed by all at a good old fashioned Baptist women’s circle of old. Oh, and do not forget the pineapple juice, lime sherbet and 7-up cup of punch that it took to wash the concoction and the “prayer list” down.
Just a short time later as I entered my preteen years, I began to be indoctrinated into the world of politics as defined by the Democrat party of yesteryear. You see, I was a Baptist and a Democrat, albeit a very young one, because that was just what was expected in the one-stop sign town that made up my earliest existence on planet Earth. Now, of course, much of that has changed. The Baptists are thankfully not what they used to be, and that is probably a good thing. On the other hand, the Democrat party is also not what it used to be, and, in many ways, that seems to be a real shame. Like the cross-segment of my long-time acquaintances of the same species as myself, the Democrats left us and not the other way around.
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