Anyone willing to label themselves as a member of the Tea Party knows what they're getting themselves into. Yeah, they don't all believe the same things. I realize that. If there were some Tea Party guy on a local ballot here, and I liked his ideas more than the other guy's, I'd vote for him. I'm registered independent, I don't vote party lines. Most of the time there isn't even an independent to vote for, so it's a moot point. Shit, I voted for Dubya in 2000, but not 2004.
I just don't like the fundie, aww-shucks, Cletus image the Tea Party has. On a candidate to candidate basis, I'm sure some are fine.
Yeah, it might be, were I explicitly against it. Mainly I disagree with them on social issues. I don't buy into all that fundie horseshit. I don't give a fuck if gays marry, or women get abortions. This is the kind of inane shit teabadgers get up in arms about. Absolute morons like Sarah Palin and O'Donnell being heralded as goddesses of the teabadgers doesn't make them look any more intelligent, either.
I didn't vote for Obama or McCain. I'd rather some of the more moderate tea party win over some far left Obama yes-men. It'll be hilarious if Harry Reid and Pelosi lose.
Again, you can't place me into one of your neatly packaged democgraphics. I don't go in for stupidassed hippies or cletii.
That's why I liked Crist. He was conservative where I gave a shit about conservative things (gun rights, economy,) and liberal in other areas (i.e. not being a fundie dumbfuck about gays, abortion, or stem cell research.)
Oh, I used to make cherry bombs that were pretty damn powerful. I used fax paper rolls, filled them, covered the ends with glue and newspaper, and used a fuse from bottle rockets. We used to put them under coffee cans and set them off. The coffee cans would fly about 40 feet in the air. My dad actually knew I did that, though, and didn't mind. I was like 12 at the time.
One of the dumbest things I can think of is putting a few capfuls of gunpowder from my dad's gun case into a glass jar (along with an action figure) and throwing it into the fireplace. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking on that one. The glass exploded everywhere, including a piece that hit me in the face, causing a small bleeding laceration. Could have been bad news if it hit me in the eye. At the very least, I would have had to seen the doctor about it, then make up some kind of lie about how it happened.
My parents were gone somewhere, and if I recall, I got it all cleaned up JUST as they were coming back home.