And lately he's stepping up onto it more and more, but of course I only have my self to blame. How, you ask? Let me explain.
One of the many things that attracted me to him (aside from his rugged good looks, sense of humor, tolerance of my friends and appreciation of my wit) was his ability to talk politics. He's very well read on the subject, frequently impressing me with his vast knowledge of current and historical events. We share many of the same views and opinions and while I do enjoy a spirited debate, when it comes to politics we are almost always in agreement.
During the last election, and even during the primary leading up to it, we were both frustrated by the mainstream media. I began watching Fox News just to get a different version of the truth. -- I'll interrupt myself here to state that, in my opinion, every news broadcast reports their own unique versions of the truth. Aside from the colorful commentary that has become a sideline of most news programs, even the ones that are supposedly reporting "just the facts, ma'am" are still choosing which facts to report. -- As the November election approached I tired of both left and right wing broadcasts. I tuned out more than I tuned in.
But it was too late. I had created the monster. A seven foot tall monster, high upon his soap box, remote control in one hand while the other one salutes whatever Republican Senator is chatting it up on Morning Joe, head nodding in agreement as another government handout is dissected. You see he had never watched Fox News before I did. Now he tunes in faithfully every morning, then listens to it on his way to work, thanks to satellite radio. And while I can't be entirely sure, the other day I swear I saw an envelope from the Bill O'Reilly Fan Club addressed to "Number One Fan". Frequently during Papa Bear's broadcasts TK will shout out "Amen, Brother Bill", eyes glazed over, smiling that creepy smile you see on those deep in religious fervor. I'm exaggerating of course. No I'm not. Maybe a little.
Recently some new friends were visiting from the great state of Indiana. We met Jenn while on vacation last February, in a bar on St Thomas. We were on a family vacation, she was traveling with girlfriends. Needless to say we never did discuss political leanings. So when her and her husband Doug visited us in Boston for a Red Sox game and some general merrymaking (wait til you see the blog about that weekend!) I felt it necessary to remind my husband that not everyone is a Republican nor do they all share his views on the current political, economic and social issues. Not everyone believes our current leadership is paving a path to socialism with the tax dollars of hard-working Americans. So please, for the sake of an enjoyable evening, no politics. Within an hour the men were knee-deep in FDR vs Obama, New Deal vs Raw Deal. Luckily Doug and Jenn were not only fun to hang out with, they were also Republicans.
Don't get me wrong, we have many friends from the other side (Democrats, that is). He welcomes them all, embracing them with open arms. Of course they can only hug him around his knees, since he is seven feet tall.