Political Dogma

I found out this week I'm a blue dog. I'm sure this made more sense before the screwballs at Foxnews decided to flip the election colors. But hey those liberals rule the media, so whatcha gonna do?
Anyway, blue dog is an opposing term to yellow dog, which is a very left wing and staunch democrat. Which I'm not. I'm a very moderate democrat/progressive. In several contexts, I'm more conservative even than my father (who I think just follows republican lines because he always has and his friends always have. Plus it goes with his slight southern drawl. The one he puts on when he wants people to underestimate him. But I digress.)
And a blue dog is a conservative democrat. Well, bow de freakin' wow.
I don't want any sort of wing in the white house that wasn't drawn in the blueprints. Which of course is why I'm anti-Bush. But this entry isn't about him, its about me. That idiot has caused enough grief in my life for the past several years, he can't have any of my cyberspace.
I'm not much different in political views than I was 15 years ago, if anything my movement on the scale was geographical, not goepolitical. I moved from Ohio, which is not really so much conservative as it is apathetic. The majority of the people spend their days working hard and protecting their family. So they have a vested interest in status quo, but they don't really care too much what happens as long as they have enough money coming in to keep the household happy. And that's fine. But it made growing up progressive to be a little tricky. My parents probably still wonder where they went wrong.
Then I moved out here. Election year 1992. Worked for the Clinton campaign. One of my first truly bluedog moments was while shopping in Whole Foods and overhearing a leathertanned woman talking to another equally plastic weight lifter how important it was to be liberal. I mean, from a person who obviously spent more time and money in personal appearance than she ever spent in activism. It
made me realize I wasn't in Kansas anymore, or anywhere else in the midwest for that matter.
I would never again get a hateful look just for wearing a political shirt. I had gone from 'bleeding heart' to moderate in a 7 hour flight. And there I've stayed.