About then is when I determined that I’d never ever consider a democrat for public office. Ever.
Now, that said, I don’t always vote Republican. I research every candidate for every office. If they don’t care enough to publish any information about themselves or their campaign, I don’t care enough to give them my precious vote.
Last election, we had a Republican state delegate who I didn’t really care for. I emailed one of his opponents literally telling her that I was looking for an excuse not to vote for the incumbent. Her website was mostly about how nice she is and liked by the community. I wanted answers to three specific questions and she’d have my vote. Crickets.
No vote for her
Warning to reader: This contains explicit and gross Dem behavior. Skip this if offended by that.
In the 1990s I had a theoretical notion someday I would devote .00001% of my votes to a Dem for a local issue against a RINO to teach the RINO a lesson.
The exact moment I declared I would never, ever vote for a Dem no matter what:
I was on my hour long daily walk on my lunch hour, listening as always to Rush. My foot was about to step on the old wooden stairs to a historic railroad station in an early railroad area. Rush was reading a report that a homosexual wih AIDS had taken some of his own blood and rigged a wire line over an audience in a theater for a speech. The wires carried cloth devices that dripped blood out onto the heads of the audience. “Now you will know the fear I feel. You will share the experience of blood with AIDS in it that gay men fear as we have sex.”
Between that step and the next I vowed NEVER to vote for a Dem or tolerate one again.