In general, I'm a left-of-center kind of gal.
But then I say I'm a moderate in a roomful of crazies, and I'm forced to turn a hard left. I don't know, to me, being a moderate means you like the environment, hungry kids and civil liberties. Maybe it means corporate tax breaks to other people. Shrug.
I'm probably a fiscal conservative, but in a country where Republicans spend billions on a war in Iraq and Democrats spend billions on a stimulus package, that is an irrelevant trait.
What I do know is that when I open my paycheck on a bi-weekly basis and check out how much of my money I'm not taking home, I become a little bit more Republican. (Which, as I previously mentioned, doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Republicans are spending tax dollars just as gleefully as Democrats, but hypocritically pretending otherwise.)
And here's where it gets really nuts. I don't care much about gay marriage. I think we should have laws that don't violate the Equal Protection Clause, but it wouldn't bother me in the slightest if the government got out of the marriage business altogether.
Gay, straight, I don't care. If you're in a couple, you don't have to die alone. You don't deserve tax breaks too.
So says the bitter girl in Austin who wishes she had a few (hell, even one) deductions for her W-4.