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1. I did try to watch parts of the Democratic convention this week.

It was hard.

One of the adult children of some of my dear friends wrote on Facebook about how moving it was to see a woman accept the nomination for president and how from now on, little girls will grow up with a new understanding of possibility and opportunity.

My first thought was, that if

  • they are able to survive pregnancy, 
  • avoid being aborted by their mothers and 
  • succeed in getting medical care if they do indeed survive an abortion attempt, 

they can see that it is indeed possible to

  • skirt the law, 
  • fail at your previous job, 
  • have the entire nation see that you are inept at simple office tasks, (like running your e-mail),
  •  and still have the higher ups slant the process in your favor!


 I thought it was a sad day for the Democratic party.

and I wasn’t alone.

2. Chelsea Clinton was well spoken, and she looked beautiful, poured into her skin-tight dress a mere five weeks after giving birth to her second child. Ivanka did too, although her baby is older, and her dress cost considerably less.

As she spoke about how wonderful her mom was, and how much Hillary enjoyed motherhood, I couldn’t help but remember this clip:

I also wondered about this part of Chelsea’s speech.
“That feeling of being valued and loved, That’s what my mom wants for every child.”

4:59 in the speech

Because it’s not true.  Hillary Clinton does not care at all about the unborn child and she is all for the right to kill those children in the womb for any reason, at any time, at government expense.

Chelsea is either not aware of this or she doesn’t care.

3. And if there was ever any doubt – the party left me, and there is no going home again.

4. I also wondered about the wisdom of having the moms on stage, but not also having the families of fallen police officers.

Does this mean the DNC is now anti police?

5. I wrote about this in 2008, but I think it bears repeating now.

I grew up in a very Catholic and very Democratic household. My grandparents were farmers in Michigan. My grandfather had worked for General Motors in Flint and was a proud UAW member haven taken part in the infamous sit down strikes back in the 1930s. We had pictures of Pope Paul and Pope John on our walls along with pictures of President Kennedy and his wife. And that’s how I grew up.

I remember cheering for Hubert Humphrey, listening to President Johnson, and crying for Bobbie Kennedy. The roots of the Democratic party ran deep in my family and consequently were a big part of my own upbringing. I grew up a Democrat, and I stayed in the Democratic party for years as an adult, even voting against President Regan – twice! To me that was the party that represented hope, charity and even dignity and grace.

That all changed for me when Bill Clinton was nominated for the party as the pro-choice candidate. I remember watching the t.v. and thinking to myself that if he would just pick a pro-life VP, I could still vote for the ticket. But of course he didn’t – he picked Al Gore and I remember the party platform was very strong on upholding and supporting “abortion rights.”

This was not my grandpa’s party any more.

But something else has happened in my experience over the last 15 years or so. When I thought of Democrats I thought of the gracious and ladylike Jackie Kennedy, whom I still admire for her views on motherhood.

Democratic women aren’t like that at all any more. Voice a concern or a dissenting word on a liberal blog or web site these days and watch all the creative ad hominems and cussing come about. It’s not a gracious party any more. It’s vicious, angry, loud, scary.

And so for me, the old saying, “You can never go home again” is absolutely true. The Democratic party that my grandparents and my mother were so proud to be a part of does not exist any more. It has become something that they wouldn’t even recognize. Something that I’m sure great Democrats of the past like Truman, Humphrey, Eleanor Roosevelt, Lady Bird Johnson and even Jackie Kennedy would be ashamed of.

6. I have a friend who is in her early 70s – around the age of both Trump and Clinton. She lives in her home without the internet, or a phone or a car. She doesn’t pay any attention to the news and she walks everywhere. I remember for the last election, she didn’t even know who was running!

I envy her.

7.  My favorite Facebook post this week:

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