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Politics & Religion.....who knew it was dangerous to have an opinion?

Being conservative in a super liberal place like LA, is no easy road to walk.  I think that many people who live in metropolitan areas like LA, really believe that they are walking with the enlightened majority.  Sadly, I think many really believe that if you are conservative, you are living in the dark ages, or you must harbor hate for those with different lifestyles.

This is a big country, and while some speak louder than others, it doesn't make them "right".  There is  a whole lot of United States of America, between NYC and Los Angeles, and people do not all share the same outlook on life.

My husband and I were talking the other day, about a time in America, when it was ok to have difference of opinion.  When voicing your thoughts on an issue, may have made for a heated dinner discussion, but it didn't turn in to the ugliness that it does today. The name calling, the fear, and hate, and pushing around, that happens today.... is counter productive, and very bully like.  I wonder why people are surprised or shocked that people maintain Judea/Christian values, in a country that was founded on them.

My disagreeing with you does not mean I hate you.  It is more likely that I like you, probably even respect you, and appreciate that you have reasons for why you feel the way you feel.  I hope you won't ignore what you know to be true about me, and blindly attach to me all of the villainess stereotypes you may have believed about conservative Christians.  We likely disagree on many things politically, but one Christian value I try to live out every day, is to love my neighbor-- that is you.

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