It is absolutely no secret that I am pretty conservative on the political spectrum. I’m also fairly loudmouthed about my views when it comes to politics. What might surprise you is that the boyfriend is fairly liberal in his views, or at least way more liberal than I am. In the past two months we’ve had lively and spirited discussions on:
- Ryan’s Budget
- Obama’s College Transcripts
- Mitt Romney’s Tax Returns
- Climate Change
- Banks / The Bailout
- Occupy / Tea Party
- Government Secrecy
(He also added oligarchy and plutocracy to this list, so there’s your new vocabulary word for the day – look it up if you care to know what they are.)
In the end, the arguments (or lively discussions) tend to end in one of two ways:
- We agree to disagree, which generally involves him being all cutesy and asking for a kiss to seal the agreement and me pretending not to kiss him for about a minute before I give in. I might also make a quip about how he needs to stop attacking me and making me feel stupid, which he promptly will apologize for and kiss me again. (95% of the time.)
- Or we actually agree after we finally realize we’re saying the same thing just using different words. (5% of the time.)
Although one of the things that we actually do agree on 100% is the fact that Obama’s administration is the worst administration in the history of administrations when it comes to government transparency (Which is ironic considering he received an award for being transparent – which he took behind closed doors with no press.)
Boyfriend: (Evading legal transparency requirements is, like persecuting whistleblowers, a standard practice for the Most Transparent Administration Ever™: recently disclosed emails revealed that Jim Messina — then-former White House deputy chief of staff, now the Obama campaign manager – deliberately met with lobbyists for the pharmaceutical industry at coffee houses rather than the White House when drafting the health care bill, and used his personal rather than official emails to communicate with them, in order to evade record-preservation and transparency obligations).
Me: ha nice
Boyfriend: burn it all down and start over
Me: zombie apocalypse?
Boyfriend: if only
I think it’s funny that two people who can’t agree on anything – can agree on the fact that we’d prefer a zombie apocalypse to either of the options actually available to us.