Today I had someone continuously challenge me and ask me why I was a Republican. It seemed she simply could not grasp the concept that I, a young college-aged female from a middle-class family, am a registered Republican.
She even had the audacity to ask me if my parents were rich.
She couldn’t understand why poor people would ever vote for the Republicans because they don’t help them or care about them. She blamed the Republicans for the shutdown. Because, you know, it’s all their fault no one in Congress can get along.
She attacked and demonized my party because she was “passionate about politics.”
First of all, let me give you a short blurb as to why I’m a Republican (may I add that it got me my internship with the party in South Carolina):
I am a Republican for all of the “by the book” reasons anyone considers themselves to be a Republican: a belief in the strength of our free market economy, a strong military, and a belief in the power of the individual, not big government, to make decisions and create a prosperous country. For me though, being a Republican is more than just the obvious answers; it’s about being a member of a party with a moral foundation that directly aligns with my own. It is about aligning myself with a group of people who have always given me hope even in the mess this country has been in the past few years. I am a Republican because being one comes with a set of ideals and beliefs that I’ve always had in my heart, not just because I checked a box when registering to vote.
It’s in my blood and I’ve made it my mission to be an example for my fellow Republicans, to help give the party a new name so that everyone stops basing their opinions off of a stereotype.
Being passionate about politics gives you no right to characterize a party based ill-researched generalizations, in fact, if you’re so passionate, where’s your tolerance? My roommate is an Independent interning for the Democratic Party and my best friend is a diehard Democrat.
We’ve never once had any disagreement or said an unkind word to each other.
It’s not that difficult. Get over yourselves.