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(This entry got a bit hijacked by one of those Palin scandals. The events described take place right after the end of the Democratic Convention.)

I must disclose that this is the first time ever that I've watched any part of a convention. (Yes, I've shirked my political duties, mea culpa.) And, while I'm confessing, I only watched the 'big' speeches of the Democratic convention. But they energized me and gave me enough confidence that I thought I'd try to open a dialogue with my siblings, all of whom vote Republican as far as I know. I thought I'd start by telling them that I wanted to do a blog interview with people who were voting for McCain, to inform all the folks on the 'blue islands' what people in the red areas were thinking. This would give me a chance to really listen and for my siblings to know that they would be heard, which IMLTHO, is the key to any good communication.

So I called one of my siblings (who wishes not to be identified, thus weird pronouns to follow. But I will say that it's a different sibling than the one from this entry, so you'd have a 33% chance of being right if you guessed.) Anyway, I gave shem the spiel and much to my surprise, s/he said, "I don't know if I'm voting for McCain."

No, not that way, you buncha pervs. It would have been more in the "is this the Rapture?" vein. You see, at around 7:00PM, (EST) my oldest, smarter-than-me-in-several-ways brother conceded that I "was right about Bush." (our supposed commander-in-chief, just in case any lingering double entendre remains) And then later, my oldest sister admitted that chiropractic care had really improved the behavior of her grandson. This may seem like no big deal to you, but in true Paul Harvey fashion, here's the rest of the story: