Looking at Elisabeth Hasselbeck’s disturbingly tanned visage this morning, I was reminded once again of why I hate it when people ask me to “consider the other point of view” when it comes to social or political issues. Meaning that I, the cracked-out liberal, should stop and really, deeply consider the socially conservative viewpoint.
What always amuses me about that is, well…y’all do remember that I grew up in the South, right? In a small Southern town right next to a military base, actually.
From the time I was seven until the time I was eighteen—eleven straight years, my friends—I lived in, went to school in, socialized in, and was indoctrinated by a red state.
I got invited to tent revivals during high school. No joke.