And so I begin my life as a politically partisan blogger.
I actually have two other blogs, both of which are 99.9% non-political.
That won't be the case here.

I absolutely love George Bush.
You know those polls that said he had something like a 29% approval rating?
Well I'm one of those 29% who would love to sit down and have lunch with the guy.

I think we are where we need to be in Iraq, although I would really like to see the Iraqis step up to the plate a wee bit more than they are.

I live in California. 
Not only do I live in California, I live in the extremely blue San Francisco Bay Area.
Loonyville.  I'm tellin' ya.
I'm a Blue State Girl with a Red State mentality.

So I guess I'm purple.

I'm a Christian, raised Catholic.  My kids have attended Catholic schools and colleges at great sacrifice because I wouldn't DARE put them in what passes for a school system in my city.

If you don't believe as I do, I do NOT believe you are going to h-e-double toothpicks.  I figure only Jesus knows what's in our hearts and when we see him we can plead our case.

I do NOT believe that Allah and the deity I call God are one and the same.

Sometimes I love John McCain and sometimes I'd like to shake him and ask, "What the heck are you THINKING????????" 

I have no problem with gays and lesbians and have friends who are same-sex couples raising stable, clear-headed kids.

But don't push your agenda in my schools, please.  It works for you and I am happy for you.  And until it is understood exactly why some people are attracted to their own sex, I make no moral judgements. 

Live your life.  And leave everyone else to live theirs.  I don't push my heterosexual beliefs on YOU, don't push your opposite ones on me.  Or the public.

I think the family is the basic unit of society and that the BEST arrangement is a father, a mother and children if they choose to have them. 

Not "babydaddy" and "babymama" and whatever kids by how ever many men or women they choose to produce. 

Having said that, I also know "blended" families who work out fine and as I mentioned before, we have same-sex couples for friends who give their children loving and stable homes.

When I'm standing in line at the airport, I get the overwhelming urge to squirt shampoo in the eyes of islamofascist terrorists.  Or kick the shoe bomber in the face with a Manolo pump.  Because I would not be so darn-tootin' inconvenienced if they would have kept their urge for 72 virgins in check.

I'm just glad they didn't uncover a terrorist plot that had to do with underwear.

You do NOT want me flashing my underwear at a checkpoint.  Trust me.

I'm so sick of being politically correct my eyes are crossing.

Islamofascists = bad
America = good
Hezbollah = bad
Israel - good

If you blow up people, you are a terrorist.  You are not a freedom-fighter, you are not protester, you are a freakin' sick terrorist and that is what you should be called.

I'm sure there are very nice, patriotic Muslim citizens of this country.  I'll go so far as to say the world. 

And I realize that the reason I don't hear a thundering cry of dismay or see them distance themselves from these animals who have hi-jacked their religion into a pit is because there is no "one" spokesman for Muslims, like the Pope for the Catholics or the President of the Mormon church.

All they have speaking on their behalf, or pardon me, using them for nefarious purposes are raving lunatic islamic clerics and terrorists.

Get a grip, people.  They want us dead.  They want EACH OTHER dead.  They kill their own.  Life means nothing to them.

So it had better mean something to us.

Whoa, that feels much better.  I think my blood pressure just dropped twenty points.

Oh, and one more thing.  They call Berkeley "Berserkley" for a reason.  If I ever even hear a RUMOR that there is a conservative in ANY capacity on that campus, I'll faint.

Ah hem.  Well that's the Reader's Digest condensed version of me.  Wonder if anyone will read it.