Do you remember your first time? (First political argument, that is.)

I recall mine vividly, and I remember exactly where I was: outside the door of my grammar school, waiting for the bell to ring. The boy standing toe to toe with me was yelling "Ike!" in my face and I was yelling "Stevenson!" right back at him. The boy didn't threaten to hit me, but he did threaten to rape me if I didn't change my mind. I wasn't sure what rape was, but I knew enough to be afraid. Because I was only eight years old at the time, I doubt that I was displaying genuine political leanings in my hollering, but that memory does help me see how I turned out as I did. I obviously picked up the Stevenson name at home.

My mom, her brothers and my grandmother were arguing at the kitchen table after dinner.

On there other hand, they did that every night. lol

and he grew up to be a freeper.

:evilgrin:

I fear I have. I believe it was late December 1963. Oh what a very special night for me. But that's all I can remember.

. . . talkin' on the phone. Kennedy's in the dog house, chewing on a bone."

My response: "Kennedy's in the White House . . . "

November 1960. I was in second grade.

Let's face it, the political rhetoric hasn't improved much, has it? :-)

2nd grade also. Coming from an Irish Catholic family there was no doubt who my democratic parents supported.

Almost all of the families in our neighborhood were 'publics'(public school); they(the other kids) made me and my sister walk to the bus stop on the LEFT side of the street, chanting that all the while.

We had the last laugh though. :toast:

I've been waiting since I was 10, when JFK was shot. Clinton was close but didn't quite measure up.

Where are all the leaders?! :-(

I picked the Republican. It must have been a name recognition thing.

It was in the back seat of my '54 Ford at a drivein movie. We'd been getting it on pretty heavy and she started getting really excited - breathing hard, eyes kind of rolling back in her head. She started tearing at my clothes and moaning, then said, I want Goldwater! Johnson is a lamebrain! Barry will save the country!

It's the same method Angelina Jolie used on Brad Pitt to turn him into a liberal

It was blue - but I, too, removed the hood ornament and the chrome on the sides and added a right-side mirror, so it was just like this one.

(1st grade):

McGovern is a nut
He has a rubber butt
And every time he turns around
He goes, "putt" "putt."

Sorry, George! :hi:

Jesse and Virginia Unruh. They had kids a little older than my brother and me. Jesse was the long time speaker of the CA state house, famous for the line; "Money is the mother's milk of politics," and he also was the Democratic Nominee who ran against Reagan for Governor in his first term.

My most memorable early political argument was when Rep Congressman Burt Talcott came to our school in Sta Cruz and spoke at an assembly. He was defending the Vietnam war as a fight to bring Democracy to Vietnam. I was a freshman in High school and asked him why Eisenhower had said that if elections were held the Communists (Ho Chi Mihn) would win. If that was the case why were we fighting against the choice of the people? Talcott said, "Well if you are so smart, why don't you come up here and speak," so I tried to but he wouldn't let me have the microphone.

Talcott lost to Leon Panetta in his next election.

I was the leader of the "I Like (M)Ike" team against the "Adlai" team ... playing King of The Mountain on a pile of excavation dirt. It was rough-and-tumble but we won!!

:dunce: :silly:

I remember ridiculing a classmate who said his parents would vote for Adlai. When I was a child I thought as a child...

:dunce:

I'm so ashamed of that.

since before I could talk. I grew up in a house where we followed, talked, and argued politics on a daily basis. We were also taught to think for ourselves. So, I suspect my first political argument was with my dad or a sibling over dinner one evening. And my mom rolled her eyes and said "What we need is someone like FDR again."

I assume it went like that. But I can't give the specifics.

With my Uncle Bill, a staunch Repug. He worshiped Reagan, and I loathed Reagan (still do). I was all of 8 years old, and already had blue running through my veins. He was shocked that I was so well read on the candidates at such a young age, and respected me for it, even if we favored opposing parties. Not a huge coincidence that I ended up a Poli Sci major.

She chugged so much of the Kool-Aid over her life (and is going senile, to boot) that she can't make anything other than bullshit strawman arguments. I gave up after this past summer. She just spouts strawman crap over and over again, and refuses to listen to anything I say. (Not real pleasant when you're stuck with someone for two weeks straight.) I seriously contemplated just throwing myself into interstate traffic several times over the course of that trip.

Nixon belongs in the garbage can!" Kindergarden playground. I got in a big fight with some nasty Nixon loving boy and remember
telling my family all about it that evening. Wish I could say I remained that politically engaged the rest of my life, but I totally lost interest after JFK died and didn't come back until the late 80's (because of my EXTREME hatred for Bush I.)