When I was in the 8th grade, I had the distinct pleasure of being Canada in our school’s Model United Nations.  While my job was to resolve my country’s major issue (we had two official languages. In Canada times were tough) I ended up cutting a deal with Mexico to take all of their unwanted children to form a Spanish speaking army (which, oddly enough added a third official language to our noble country to the North) in order to one day attack America. I seemed to be a 12 year old Mountie terrorist.

However, looking back, I remember the 12 year old kids who showed up to Model U.N. with little attache cases and blazers. They wore little effects that would denote what country they were from (I’m 95% sure I carried a piece of paper that had a maple leaf on it somewhere on my person at all times, but it was notebook paper, and I drew the maple leaf myself.) These kids would grow up to go on to High School Model U.N., maybe do mock trials, they would watch election coverage on tv, these are the kids that would watch primaries and vote in them. These kids would grow up to be political science majors.  These kids are the ones that would grow up and say “I believe in so-and-so candidate’s principles” and actually know what those principles are!

I am incredibly jealous of these people. For as long as I can remember, I have never had a passion for politics. Sure, I usually know who’s running, I know what a democrat and a republican is*. I know that if a democrat supports one issue, a republican will support the opposite. I also know that I usually took the exact same stance when it came to my enemies in Middle School.

I know people, where this is all they care about, I envy such passion, I envy such love for something where, for the longest time, I assumed that because so many people in Washington were taking care of it, that I didn’t need to spend so much time worrying about it. This isn’t, of course to say, that I didn’t care about the issues that politics are passing laws on.

Like for starters, I didn’t know that a bunch of men over 50 could tell a woman what to do with her body (or anyone for that matter.). I didn’t know that gay marriage was actually replacing hetereosexual marriage**, and I didn’t know that skin color, race, creed, gender, religion, or age made anyone different or better than anyone else.

Those are the things that I truly believe, and these things are based on common sense though, not on politics, and not on some sort of party system, and in the end I would fight to the death for someone else’s right to disagree with me, because I, in the end, do believe in freedom.***

I suppose, when all in said and done, sometimes I wish that some people in politics felt the same way.

*Though I sort of don’t know the difference between the two besides the fact that republicans hate themselves for having money less. Also Abraham Lincoln was one, so republicans are the ones that hunt vampires.

**people are certainly acting that way, don’t you think?

***So does that make me a member of the independent party?

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