A good friend of mine came over to help my sister cook.  Um, if you're wondering, I don't cook.  I just don’t have the affinity for it.  I asked her if she checked out my blog and she said yes.  She said that she asked one of her college classmates to read my blog and he did.  So I asked her what his reaction was.  She was a little reticent, at first, and then she said, “Well, Vanessa, he is an Obama supporter…so…”

My friend also voted for Obama, but I know that she is a conservative at heart.   Ironically, most of my friends, including my fabulous Loctician, are ALL conservatives on the inside.  But the moment I even hint that they should vote Republican, they immediately get angry, change the subject, or swear that they would never vote that way.

So I said to her, “Hey, B, you know, you should really start voting for Conservatives, being that you are one!”

Her response was, “I don’t want them to hate me!”

Ah, the plight of the closeted Black Conservative.

It wasn’t that she inherently believes in liberalism, social welfare, gay ‘marriage’, abortion, and comprehensive sex-education for 4 year-olds.  It was simply that she doesn’t want to be ostracized.  I understand. It's lonely being a Black Conservative. It took a lot of courage for me to come out of the closet, politically.  It was a slow change, but thankfully I have completely repudiated liberalism from my veins.  I feel free from the Democrat's shackles.   I couldn’t continue thinking and spewing humdrum ‘knowledge’ like everyone else-- when the facts were inconsistent with the dialogue.  For example, I couldn’t continue blaming ‘Whitey’ if I didn’t do what I needed to do to educate myself, finish graduate school, find and keep a job. 

Someone I went to elementary school with deleted me as a friend on Facebook because I was against Obama’s platform.  One of my very good friends told me that if she didn’t know me before I was a Republican, she wouldn’t have become my friend.  I said, “Hey girl, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m a Republican!”  She was like, “WHAT?”  I said, “I’m pro-life.  I believe that supply side economics is what’s going to get us out of this economic bind.  I also think nationalizing healthcare is going to screw up the system.  McCain’s plan makes more sense because one of the things he would do is cut state boundaries to increase competition, which would result in more options for consumers and lower prices!” BUT, Vanessa, OBAMA IS A BLACK MAN!!!   She didn’t say that, she had to go and study, but almost everyone else did.

One of my coworkers said, “Thank God I started to like you before I found this out!”

I received text messages on my phone before the 4th, stating that if I was “black and conscious” I would vote for the “brother.” Um, for you ‘Christians’ out there, according to Jesus (My God) our “brothers” and “sisters” are supposed to be those that do the will of our Father.  Not those that share our pigment.  Or those that believe it's okay to let a baby who survived a botched partial birth abortion procedure, die.

It doesn’t matter now, Obama is our president-elect. Hm, I have a crazy thought!  Ready?  How about if I am Black and “conscious”, I am going to educate myself thoroughly on the issues of the day?  Or, if I am Black and “conscious” I am going to find out which politicians have what’s best in mind for the country; not the politician that causes me to become irrationally emotive.  As I continue to grow in the blogosphere, I am fully aware that people are going to ‘hate’ me.  They won’t hate me because I am a bad person who is insensitive and uninformed.  I won’t get criticized for inherently believing in the power of the individual rather than the ineptitude of corrupt government bureaucracies.  Nope, I’m going to get criticized for daring to be one of the few voices of respectful, informed dissent.