I Am My Brother's Keeper

I am supposed to be getting ready to go to a Halloween party but instead I am feeling like writing.  That's unusual for me.  I'm usually feeling guilty that I haven't been keeping up this blog, but not so much that it compels me to do it. I figure I should go with the feeling....

Did you watch the Obama infomercial last night?  My husband made such a big deal about watching it that at exactly 7:00 p.m. he excused himself from the dinner table and announced that anyone who wanted to hang out with him should move to the family room where he would be watching Obama and later the baseball game.  Two seconds later everyone except for me and IK were in the family room.  IK was strapped to her high chair screaming at the top of her lungs to be let out so she could join everyone else.  So much for a family dinner. 

Oh, but it was worth it.  Every time I hear Obama speak, he moves me so much that tears start flowing.  His personal narrative is so inspirational and his desire to help mankind so strong, I just can't understand why anyone would not want to vote for him.  I am especially dumbfounded by the conservative religious folks.  I love watching him say, "I am my brother's keeper! I am my brother's keeper!"  Aren't we all our brother's and sister's keepers?  And isn't that what Jesus was and tells us to be?  So why is the conservative religious right so anti-Obama?  Is it really all about gays and abortion for them?  How can people be so one-issue minded?  What about helping those in need?  Why do conservative religious folks feel that is not the role of government but they feel government has the right to tell a woman what to do with her body?

I just don't get it.  Do you?

Husband on the phone asking if I'm ready for the party...I gotta go!  TTYL.