Debbie Does Drivel

I am rarely political.
Not because I don't care; but rather I respond emotionally, not objectively, to issues.
Yes, I know.
A lot of politics is subjective.
Yet, you still need to have all the facts.
Have supporting points to buttress your position.
Know the opposition.

I just know how I feel about an issue, and the facts hold little sway with me.
It's so ignorant.
There, is such a thing, however, as emotional intelligence, you know.
It counts for something.
Right?
Not in politics, my husband will rage, shaking in righteous disbelief at my view that the death penalty should be abolished.
Then, he quotes statistics. Certain congressmen's opinions, death penalty history, and moral parables designed to get me to see I'm crazy.
("Oh! So, oh, oh oh oh oh, I've got it! So, right, your little baby daughter is kidnapped and killed brutally. You wouldn't want the death penalty for the scumbag who did it?," he hypothesizes, very objective-like.)
"That's a hard one," I reply. "But God will deal his own justice. It is not for us to say."
"But," I will add, switching gears, "we should take care of Iraq."
"What!" he'll quake, "you don't want the death penalty but it's OK to attack Iraq and quite possibly, kill thousands?"
"Yes," I'll answer. "Because they've shown little regard for truth and world betterment, and are very obviously hiding weapons of mass-destruction, which could kill millions, upset the world balance and cause general mayhem."
"Plus," I add, "They PROMISED us our weapons inspections and they went back on that. We're well within our rights to enforce that agreement. For the general protection of the world."
"You're completely illogical," he'll say, turning his attention back to the newspaper.
"Maybe, but I know what I feel," I say, thumbing through my Chicken Soup for the Soul.
Like I said, ignorant.