Jun 152015
 

“So, are y’all the big D or the big R?”

That’s a question my sister heard from one of her husband’s relatives at a family gathering. She’d just met my sister, and after her name, one of the very next things she wanted to know was whether she was a Democrat or a Republican.

(Incidentally, I don’t know how Jonah Goldberg gets in my head, but I’ve been mulling this post for two weeks and he wrote this two days ago, which is typically brilliant and devastating.)

Whether you’re “the big D,” “the big R,” or something in between is completely uninteresting to me day to day.

What? Truth!

Yeah, I’m politically outspoken, but there’s a time and a place for it. Definitely, I do it here at BoWilliams.com. I say what I think. You’re welcome to differ. If you do, then we’ll talk about it, sure.

But at church? Working with you? Going out for a drink or dinner? Your politics don’t inform how I interact with you, nor should they. I don’t roll that way. I can’t roll that way. There are people I adore whose politics I find ridiculously silly, and frankly, that’s true on both ends of the spectrum.

You know, it’s a funny thing, too. I can tell when I meet people and they’re much too interested in my politics on the front end (though not quite so brazenly that they ask me if I’m “the big D” or “the big R”). They’ll cast a veiled line for comfort on (for example) gun control or gay marriage. When they get it and I see them relax a little, I’m always curious to what degree their approval would evaporate if they knew that I didn’t fit either party “down the line” particularly well.

Hey, Bo’s a Christian, saved by God’s grace and God’s grace alone, who thinks gay marriage is a great thing. That’d be enough to plow through a lot of folks.

And then, I’d dredge most of the rest of them thinking everyone ought to carry pistols like they carry car keys or wallets.

Sigh.

Guess what? If you and I have made some connection, it ought not be undone because I don’t think the country should be run exactly the way you think it should be run. If you have me fitted for an ideological box, it’s practically a guarantee I can’t get in it. Let’s instead celebrate what plugs us into each other, and let that be a sufficient condition for our continued interaction.

How would that be?

 Posted by at 9:56 pm
Jun 092015
 

The first time I ever sang karaoke, a colleague signed me up for it at a work meeting. I am not a very good singer and I didn’t want to do it, but ultimately decided I’d be a good sport.

Then that little witch didn’t even show up!

I slaughtered one of my favorite songs, Del Shannon’s “Runaway.” Part of my problem was that that karaoke track was in the wrong key, but whatever. My friend Greg did David Allan Coe’s “You Never Even Called Me By My Name,” which was a much smarter choice. I should have done something hammy, not tried to sing something straight.

The second time I ever sang karaoke was about three weeks ago, with my old Madison Books & Computers crowd (and Liz recording). Same song, and in the correct key this time. A little fluttery in a spot or two, but overall, I did better with it.

Great time, all! (And it’ll be someone else’s turn next time.)

 Posted by at 7:27 am
Apr 012015
 

I am not a fan of the valediction “Respectfully.” In fact, I don’t much like it at all. Never have. It seems to me that “respectfully,” more so than any other common complimentary close, calls attention to all of the other ways the writer could be. Every time I read correspondence that ends “Respectfully,” the […]

 Posted by at 10:25 am
Mar 132015
 

I’ve had some long days this week trying to compensate for winter weather absences, so I’m particularly happy to have The Martian as the only item on my to-do list for the next 14 or so hours. Finish a riveting book, and then sleep in? I’ll take it. Awesome. Listen to our broadcast Sunday night. […]

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