I can’t claim such a good reason. My dad was a republican, so I registered as a republican.
Of course, back then, there wasn’t near as much difference between them. I think Ford/Carter was the first election I voted in. I know I voted for a democrat running for house rep in 1980, but I think that was the last time, and only then because I was young and dumb and I had met him on the steps of the local post office. He had been the assistant to the outgoing congress critter.
My story is even less glorious. in 1964 I was in high school, long before I could vote. (Back then voting age was 21.) Almost all the kids in San Antonio were rooting for L.B. Johnson. “If you vote for Barry Goldwater we’ll end up at war in Vietnam.” (Turns out they were right, but not because he won.)
But there was one girl (cute) who wore the Elephant and was Republican. Being dating-challenged, I thought maybe going Republican would get me closer to her. But the others kept asking questions, so I dug in and did the research to answer them. The dating thing never worked out, but the research paid off.
After I turned 21 in 1968, and could vote, I knew which lever to pull. For all his faults, Richard Nixon was a lot better president than Hubert Humphrey would have been, and orders of magnitude better than “American Independent” third-party candidate George Wallace.
September 24, 2025 at 1:43 am
JTC
Those people at every level have proven that to them is no line..and each level feeds of the other. Fascinating and sickening to watch. And our only defense against it and them is ironically defined by them. If death is no barrier, then…
Oh, and it kind of skews the motto, but it’s whitish and alrightish…
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Which is the reason I, born into a family of Democrats, registered as a Republican at age 18.
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I can’t claim such a good reason. My dad was a republican, so I registered as a republican.
Of course, back then, there wasn’t near as much difference between them. I think Ford/Carter was the first election I voted in. I know I voted for a democrat running for house rep in 1980, but I think that was the last time, and only then because I was young and dumb and I had met him on the steps of the local post office. He had been the assistant to the outgoing congress critter.
My story is even less glorious. in 1964 I was in high school, long before I could vote. (Back then voting age was 21.) Almost all the kids in San Antonio were rooting for L.B. Johnson. “If you vote for Barry Goldwater we’ll end up at war in Vietnam.” (Turns out they were right, but not because he won.)
But there was one girl (cute) who wore the Elephant and was Republican. Being dating-challenged, I thought maybe going Republican would get me closer to her. But the others kept asking questions, so I dug in and did the research to answer them. The dating thing never worked out, but the research paid off.
After I turned 21 in 1968, and could vote, I knew which lever to pull. For all his faults, Richard Nixon was a lot better president than Hubert Humphrey would have been, and orders of magnitude better than “American Independent” third-party candidate George Wallace.
Those people at every level have proven that to them is no line..and each level feeds of the other. Fascinating and sickening to watch. And our only defense against it and them is ironically defined by them. If death is no barrier, then…
Oh, and it kind of skews the motto, but it’s whitish and alrightish…
Or that’sh how Shonn Connerry pronounshesh it.