Carl Rove and their likes are freaking traitors, who bullshit the GOP that everything is alright, but keep making the same mistakes again and again. Mich McConnell will be done with, he thought he harmed Obama, but he really screwed Americans, all Americans with his votes and stinky attitudes.
We need people who speak out and save the party from falling into the pit with yes men. Our party members are chicken shit conformists.
My story is similiar, but I am sticking with the party, I owe the loyalty that I committed to some 20 years ago, but I will not let a week go by without making a point.
When I began writing this I was overwhelmed with the desire to hit
something…or vomit. Over the coming weeks that desire has lessened to a slow
simmer of absolute disgust and dismay at what has become of the party that I
used to love and support. I was once a Republican living in a red state. Today
I’m a registered Democrat living in a blue state. This is my story and why I
left the Republican Party.
It all started in 2007. I was a 27 year-old divorced woman with no children.
I was a survivor of severe domestic abuse. I was single with no money, no home
and no plan other than to try and be something more than what I was. I had a
car, my clothes and hope.
After moving to a new state with the help of friends, I found a very cheap
apartment in a part of town that I still cringe over. My 2 jobs at minimum wage
didn’t bring home enough for luxuries like choosing where to live and what to
eat. There were days that I had to decide whether I was going to put gas in my
car so I could get to work or eat. I always chose work. At least at one of my
jobs I would get breakfast and lunch 2 days a week. I could make a $3.99 pizza
with 8 slices last for 7 days. I could eat on a can of beans and a pack of
crackers for even longer.
I applied to the local university in my town and went back to school while
maintaining my two jobs. I took between 15-18 credit hours each semester while
working. All of this was possible because of government loans and
I went to counseling 2 times a week to work through my PTSD that was caused
by the domestic violence I experienced. The church that the counselor worked out
of paid for my appointments because I was too poor to pay for them and my
counselor said I wouldn’t improve mentally without them.
The biggest fear during this time was that I might get physically sick and
need to go to the doctor. When you’re poor, healthcare is something that you
dream about. It’s something that you pray you won’t need. It’s the anxiety of
“what if” that keeps you awake at night. I went to work sick. I took finals
while running a 104 fever. I ruptured 3 discs in my back and couldn’t walk for a
week. I wasn’t able to get it treated for 3 years. I lost one of my jobs. I
found another minimum wage job. It didn’t offer health insurance.
Basic healthcare is not a luxury. It is not just for those that “deserve” it.
In the country of abundance that we live in, healthcare should be affordable for
every citizen. It’s reprehensible that I can buy a DVD player for less than what
it would cost me to go to the doctor and get an antibiotic. Here in the United
States we have some of the best medical technology and doctors in the world. Why
do we think that only a few of our citizens should be entitled access to them?
Why didn’t my Republican party see that? I was left with no answers.
The day I went to sign up for food stamps opened my eyes and changed
everything. I had grown up in an upper middle class family. We were traditional,
conservative and religious.
I need to break here for a moment and ask that as you read the “religious”
part; that you would not confuse it with faith. These are 2 vastly different
concepts. What some hold as religion is not the God of the Bible.
My family believed one pulled themselves up by their own bootstraps and never
asked for help. It was a family that held firm to a Republican ideology that
those on food stamps or “government handouts” were poor, uneducated and lazy
individuals that just wanted to stay home and watch tv. These types of people
were of the lowest kind. They were to be distrusted and almost hated. However,
as I sat in the overcrowded room I looked around and saw people from all walks
of life. You could see the desperation on their faces and the worry in every
word. “I need help now. What do I do? Please help me.” There was something else
that was there too…something so tangible it was overwhelming. It was shame. That
oppressive shame of having to say, “I can’t do this on my own.”
I left in tears never returning. My Republican roots and their mantra echoing
in my ears…”Lazy, poor, ignorant….Shame!” I told myself I would rather
Throughout this time I had been listening to the candidates’ speeches in
preparation for the 2008 election. I came from a very politically active family
and there hasn’t been a single election that I haven’t known about and had an
“opinion” on (even if it was only given to me by my parents) since I was 8
years-old and my father ran for his first public office as a Republican.
This election was different though. Not just because we potentially had our
first African-American candidate, but because we had a candidate that spoke to
the people about the everyday issues. We for once had a candidate who said not
everyone can pull themselves up without a hand reaching out. I heard words of
the civil obligation we have to each other, words of encouragement and of
I went back and listened to every speech I could find that Senator Obama had
made. I listened with new ears and a new heart. I was no longer the girl that
had lived “easy”. I knew what hard was and I wanted a candidate that did too. I
reevaluated what my own personal political beliefs were and I knew that I could
no longer support the Republican platform.
In 2008 I watched as President Obama was elected. I clapped and shouted with
fellow democrats at the headquarters’ watch party. It was my first election that
I ever voted Democrat in. Everything had changed.
In 2009 I graduated from college with a degree in Political Science and
History. I was able to get a better paying job and move into a slightly nicer
part of town.
My feelings toward the Republican Party have not changed. They really are no
longer Republicans. There are some moderates left, but the narrow, fear
mongering voice of the party that has taken over drowns out all of those that
speak truth. They have traded in a Christian belief of loving your neighbor for
one that champions big business, the wealthy, and those that have no idea what
struggle looks like.
Over the past few months alone we have seen how far gone the Republicans
really are. 160 voted against
The Violence Against Women’s Act. My party that I once loved deserted me. Not
just as a woman, but as a citizen of this country. We even have a Republican,
New Hampshire state Rep. Mark Warden saying “Some people like abusive
relationships.” My response to him;
“I can answer truthfully that no, I didn’t like having my jaw broken or the
bones in my face shattered. I didn’t like being dragged by my hair or strangled.
I didn’t like the bruises, busted lips or black eyes. I didn’t like the mental
and physical scars it left me with. And that’s why I left with nothing. I didn’t
like having to choose between my life and my livelihood, even when your party
makes it so hard for women to be on their own. I did. Now, can you please walk
in my shoes for a while? My feet are awfully tired.”
When it comes to food stamps I have seen many of my Republican friends say
how it’s so great that we have drug tests for food stamps and yet they’ve never
given out food to the homeless or the poor. And they don’t care that the testing
will cost Florida millions of dollars and thus far has only saved them
$60,000. 98% of those tested have passed. It’s still the idea that everyone that
needs help must be lazy and on drugs. Another lie that the Republicans would
have us believe. I’m sure that there are some that fall into that category, but
not all. Just like I know that not all Republicans are right-wing, gun-toting,
women hating nut jobs…just some of them are.
There’s another issue that I’ve decided to add in here. I debated long and
hard on it, but it needs to be talked about. It’s the issue of guns. On
September 4, 1962 my grandmother was shot and killed with a .45 caliber
automatic pistol. It was a gun that was obtained legally from our own US
government actually. Because of this I have very strong views on gun control.
Yes, I had them even as a Republican. I just kept them to myself back then. I
don’t care what nationality, race, religion or party affiliation you are. When
you believe that your right to own a gun is greater than another human being’s
right to live, you have serious problems. I am at a loss for words as to how the
very same people who wear the name of Christian are also the loudest opponents
of gun control. “Jesus loves you, but please don’t take this deadly weapon from
My grandmother was a model and an artist. She left behind 3 small children.
One of them was my mother. How different her life would have been if our country
had strong gun control laws.
People love to ask me, “How could you ever be a Democrat?” My response is
always the same; “Because I know what it’s like to not be a corporation that has
the ear of a well-connected Senator. I know what it feels like to not have a
lobbyist organization to speak for me. I know what it’s like to be a second
class citizen in a country that claims to protect the weak. I have been the
woman in need of food stamps, the woman that the Violence Against Women’s Act
protects. Obamacare was written for me and the millions of others just like me.
I went to school on government ‘handouts.’ I want to live in a nation that
values life above the cost of a bullet.“
My friends, I didn’t leave the Republican Party. They abandoned me years