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The Life and Times of the Political Elite

When I finished my law degree, I had no idea the world of politics would catch my eye so quickly. I never thought I’d be so interested in the details of policy and rights, and how those opinions would be affected by my law degree. Because of that interest, I joined my first political campaign for a state seat only a few years ago. 

Of course, back then, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I never thought about how frustrating my rivals alone could be. 

After a few years, it starts to wear you down, that’s for sure. Because of that, I decided to build a blog dedicated to observing (and griping about) my political opponents. I mean, it’s better than yelling about them in public. 

Agreeing to Disagree

What I never thought about, before I nabbed my first election win, is that your rivals are, outside of election season, also your coworkers. That means a whole lot of my opponents hold positions of power similar to mine, and sometimes, we even get lunch together. 

Of course, that doesn’t fix a whole lot of the differences we have. Sometimes, that’s on a larger scale, like my disagreements with some of my coworkers on the criminal justice system. Personally, I think I have some pretty important insights on criminal behavior and how to reform the system—but I didn’t start this blog to talk about why I’m the best person for the job. 

When Things Get Personal 

Sometimes, you just don’t get along with the people around you. It’s a sad fact, but it’s happened to all of us. That one kid in your study group who knows everything, that one neighbor who devoted their life to death metal, that other neighbor who devoted their life to yelling about their devil music . . . you get the idea. 

It happens in political spheres, too. You wouldn’t believe how many senators have the most annoying habits. 

Frankly, if I don’t tell someone, I might do a little damage to my reputation. 

Letting Off Some Steam

So, I thought about finding a personal place where I can vent—well, one that isn’t my journal. No one can comment about how right I am in my journal. 

That’s why I’m putting it all out in the open. Well, within reason, of course. No naming names, and no personal details. I don’t want to start a fight, after all. I just want to get a few things off my chest, so I can put my heart and soul into helping the people of my state live happier, healthier lives.