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Boeing Contract Vote

Hubby and I went down the Union Hall this morning. Before you could get your deliciously extravagant strike check, you first had to fill this out:

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We voted, we picked up the check and we left.

This 'we' is of course the wedded-we. The two-shall-become-one we after matrimony we.

One more thing which made me laugh, though it might irritate some who read here. There were a number of union people meandering around wearing Obama t-shirts. One man called out to another "hey, where's your Obama shirt?"

Hubby muttered under his breath "I wiped my nose with it"

Now, before you begin sending me hate mail over dissing The Chosen One, I don't prefer him over McCain. I don't prefer McCain over Obama. I'm not enthralled with either one of them. I have issues with both of their policies and stances. Obama's mantra of change change change change change change change change change change change change change change is annoying. I worry his socialist tendencies will do more to harm our economy than to revive it. McCain's similiarity to Bush is disquieting to me, though I do admit I like Sarah Palin if only for her affinity for a good quip.

I know, I know. We're voting on Tuesday. I'm still working on it.

Comments

  1. saw that they settled the union! Good job...hope things get better. We don't like Obama at all, McCain is just a little better, but we love Palin -- if only we could write her in, huh? Have a good one.

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  2. LOL, my sister is major Obama fan and my cousin is major Palin fan/Obama opposer...they are both very passionate! I told them I would like to see them go at it, but neither of them will, claiming they "love" each other too much! DARN!!!

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  3. I just happened by this morning and caught your post. I think it is more than interesting how so many people are in the same boat...they don't like either one. And that's my problem. So...who to vote for? I have no idea. You think there is a chance for Mitt if I write his name in? :) No... probably not. But he's better than both of them put together. **sigh**

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  4. g. Parker---I just hate politics. No matter who you're for it seems that simply bringing it up creates a divisive atmosphere. Name calling ensues---and it's all very counter productive. I assume that we all want something better for our children and their children, we simply disagree on the way to get there.

    Rebecca--I live in Washington which is notoriously liberal and in Seattle which is even more so. It makes being a conservative a bit dicey.

    Hiya Lucy! Yeah, I hear ya. I was thinking of writing in Mickey Mouse because I doubt my vote will have any effect on the presidential outcome. I just hope there isn't any rioting after it's all over.

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  5. Is there an election over there?

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