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I look forward to the day when a liberal and a Conservative can get together and compromise again. It's been too long, and the resentments have built up on both sides.

In my personal life I have strong beliefs that are hard earned and appropriate. I also understand that I live with other people who may have very different views of how we should shape our society. I am willing to give a little to get a little, but after 8 years of Bush, I will no longer stay quiet and hope for the best.

Rightly or wrongly, I feel the Bushie's have not met in the middle on anything, in fact they have gone out of their way to dismiss all the beliefs I hold strongly, and, even more impotently -- fucked them up big time I have a real anger at being treated this way, and I feel that perhaps I'm not alone.

It will be interesting to see how Obama does as President, whether he will be allowed to compromise with the Right, (my concern is with both sides) or will he just come up with a New Deal for a new age.

Now that I think about it -- fuck compromise, let's get on with the revolution. The Republican party should die the death of the Whig Party -- let them retire as a stain on History books; let their absolute black and white sureness and inflexibility brand them as a diplomatic curse word for politicians forever.

I'd still like to compromise with a conservative on something -- just to see if it's possible.

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