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[Mott] Elite Confessions

I confess. I am a liberal elitist. Not only that, I'm a white, bleeding-heart Democrat, pro-choice, anti-death penalty, pro-government regulation, MasterCard-carrying liberal elitist.

But at least I know why.

Hard on the heels of last week's big investigative cover story about Sarah Palin and women's issues, my sister sent me an e-mail. It started innocently enough, with her taking a friendly dig at Mississippi by sending a photo of Jiffy Pop nailed to tacky kitchen wallpaper, titled "Redneck smoke detector."

I should have known better. But it happened before I could stop myself.

"Sarah Palin's house?" I typed, and hit send.

"I like Sarah Palin," came the almost instant reply, "and I think her husband the Iron Dog champion is terrific, not to mention sexy (and a Native American, which even you libs should appreciate)."

What?

My sister, with an Ivy League master's degree and a law degree from a top West Coast law school, is a really smart woman (I have lots of evidence for this), but to my constant consternation, she's also a conservative Republican. Until last week, I managed to avoid the subject of politics with her in this election cycle. We can't talk politics; it just ends up pissing us both off. But I just couldn't let it go. Mea culpa.

"So I should vote for a woman because her husband's sexy and a Native American?" I wrote, the soundtrack in my head getting shrill.

"Who's talking about voting?" came the reply.

And we were off.

She's tired of the hate campaign against Palin, she wrote, and can't understand it. But when I outlined exactly why I dislike her (including Palin's own hate campaign against Obama), she just dismissed my entire argument as a rant.

In retrospect, it's telling of this entire campaign on both sides: People whose minds are already made up have long ago stopped listening to each other.

Last week, I talked to a woman who's a big muckity-muck for one of the major political parties in Mississippi. Party headquarters directed me to her to talk about the issues. She hasn't read her party's platform, she told me, much less the opposing one, yet she didn't hesitate to speak with me about her political "choices."

My friend John, who sends me all kinds of anti-McCain, pro-Obama e-mails, sent me an audio clip from Howard Stern's radio show. Now, Stern is pretty much a sensationalist jerk as far as I'm concerned, so I wasn't expecting much.

It seems that some guy named Sal went to Harlem with his tape recorder to do an experiment. Sal found at least three Obama supporters to interview. Then he reversed Obama's and McCain's views on issues for his questions.

"Do you support Obama because he's pro-life or because he thinks our troops should stay in Iraq and finish the war?" Sal asked.

"I guess both," a woman—an Obama supporter—answered.

"Now, if Obama wins, do you have any problem with Sarah Palin being vice president?"

"No. Not at all."

What?

OK, let me revise my previous statement. People don't listen. Period.

I felt the same frustration when George W. Bush was running in 2000 and 2004. "He's the kind of guy I'd want to have a drink with," I heard repeatedly from people—regular Americans—who apparently based their vote on that observation.

Now, my standards for drinking buddies are a damn sight lower than my standards for the leader of the free world. I'm not too particular about my drinking buddies, even though, Lord knows I've solved the world's problems many times sharing a couple of bottles of wine with some like-minded friends. (I'm pretty sure if we could just remember our solutions, the world's problems would have been resolved years ago.)

Personally, though, I want someone in the White House with a brain so big her skull can barely hold it in. I want an expert in foreign policy and someone who can keep her cool under pressure from Boris Yeltsin. I want someone with economic policies that will actually benefit the majority of Americans, and who can explain them in sentences with subjects, verbs and objects.

But then, I'm a liberal elitist, remember?

I've called a truce with my sister. I love her, but I can't help but wonder what part of her brain decides her vote. Or where the decider is located for my drinking buddies. (Rumor puts it a little further, um, south.)

This election is about our country fighting two wars and our economy being in the crapper. It's about deciding priorities for energy, education, health care, climate change and immigration policies. And it's about how we're going to afford the society we want to live in.

If you're not informing yourself about the candidate's platforms, if you're voting based on the party you've always voted for, who you "like" or out of fear, you're going to miss the point.

Please, don't stop paying attention. Don't stop listening. Vote with your brain, please, not that other decider.

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