Conventions and Conforming to Good Citizenship
The Republican Convention is over and my husband is slowly starting to unclench his masculine jaw. Next week, when we start gavel to gavel coverage of the Democratic Convention, our rolls with be reversed. I’ll be the one chewing the inside of my mouth (followed by the carpeting, the cabinetry and probably the tires on the car). We have rules in this house that essentially turn it in to a demilitarized zone in the heat of the political battle. No snide comments, eye rolling or long-suffering sighs when the other side is talking. Don’t bring up a topic if you don’t want to hear the other side. They are sensible rules for us, and, of course, we vote—even if we just cancel each other out. Of course, there are times when we do vote for the same person, or issue. I’ve only voted against one tax increase in my life, and that was for a county recreational fee for wh...