Yellow dogs rarely even think about Republicans

Folks in the South know what a yellow dog Democrat is. So, probably, do most adults all over the country. But in the South, we know about this special political breed when we are children. Before we know what a Democrat is, even.

It's no surprise that I am one. Yellow dogs don't talk about it much because, you know, there's not really anything to talk about. You don't have to read up on the opposition because you already know you're never going to vote for them. You don't have to debate politics with Republican friends or family because you know that you'd never convert anyone to your views just as you'd never be convinced of their views. Yellow dog status is a lot like knowing you're a Chevy man or a Ford man and you're never going to change. Um, not so great an analogy this year, I guess.

Anyway, that brings me to February 2009, amid the Mini Depression, and feeling genuine sympathy for a Republican. I never thought I would find myself empathizing with Arnold Schwarzenegger. But that's where I am.

© 2009 Mary Bold, PhD, CFLE. The content of this blog or related web sites created by Mary Bold (www.marybold.com, www.boldproductions.com, College Intern Blog) is not under any circumstances to be regarded as professional, legal, financial, or medical advice. Or education advice. Or marital advice. Or even a tip.

Boomer Woman's Political Walk-Out

Have you noticed Willie Brown all over cable news-and-commentary shows? He looks remarkably the same as... the olden days.

More than 30 years ago, I had that up-close view. I was (briefly) a member of California's Democratic Party State Central Committee. I was appointed by a State Senator whose name is long gone from my memory. I met my sponsor only a few times; my appointment had more to do with my employment by a labor union than any close association with the Senator.

Willie Brown was a feature of nearly every political event I attended in those years. When the Committee had an especially hot meeting, it was Willie who stood with an impassioned speech and led virtually all the attendees in a walk-out.

I was in that number and delighted that I was part of Willie's protest. Today, I chuckle at not remembering what the heck we were protesting.

© 2009 Mary Bold, PhD, CFLE. The content of this blog or related web sites created by Mary Bold (www.marybold.com, www.boldproductions.com, College Intern Blog) is not under any circumstances to be regarded as professional, legal, financial, or medical advice. Or education advice. Or marital advice. Or even a tip.