I went to my hairdresser yesterday & bemoaned the fact that when I voiced my plan to vote for Obama at Bubba's grandkid's birthday party that I was greeted with cries of protest. His color means nothing to me, but they were all so eager to point out that it means everything to him. Apparently, it meant a lot to my hairdresser as well. My hair has not been this short in decades. She fumed the whole time-"But Cher, you're white-why wouldn't you want a white president?" Maybe because of the shame and blunders of the majority of the past white presidents, I dunno! Oh man-did she know how she sounded?

I don't care what color the best candidate is-but I seem to be in the minority. I really believe that she cut my hair so short out of smoldering anger, "God, Cher! The whole idea is to beat McCain! A black man will never beat McCain!" she growled, taking a razor for the first time ever to the back of my neck. Yeow! If I expected a mature unbiased conversation, I was sadly mistaken, and this was the wrong place to look for one. This young tatooed wanna be hippie chick showed her true colors & gave me yet another sad glimpse of where in this wonderful country that I haver decided to settle down. The Bible Belt is tough-mired in their refusal to see beyond black and white in so many issues. She actually believes Obama to be a sleeper terrorist, plotting the doom of America as his middle name is Hussein. This is otherwise an intelligent woman. My middle name is Gail-my father's middle name spelled differently-what deep, dark secret does that indicate that I am holding? I dunno-is this how and why everybody else thinks and Mokie Joe & I dwell in some lunatic fringe? I live here-I know that the majority of folks center thier lives around church and hunting-so what? What-is that they are pissed at being pegged as such by a black man and a Hillary-hungry press...

Lucky for me, I am extremely adaptable to my environment. I like my haircut, though I am still trying to learn to keep my opinions to myself. If it takes Hillary to beat McCain, so be it. If this is my first and last politically oriented blog, so be it. And I will leave politics and religion to each their own and shut the luck up about my open mind. Life is too short for all of this drama. As if the president truly wielded any real power...but I surely do not want to go there. Not in public anyway.