I haven’t blogged for quite awhile. I confess I’ve become a politics/talking head fanatic lately! I am so excited that we will soon be able to elect a new President of the USA and I’ve immersed myself in the process. For example, I live in the State of Kansas, a Caucus state. On Super Tuesday, I attended the Democratic Caucus to support Barack Obama. Although I am an Independent, I was allowed to change my preference before entering the caucus. Our state overwhelmingly supported Obama (almost 75%)—very unusual because we are a red state. Yes, we have a Democratic governor, Kathleen Sebelius (who is very, very impressive—gave the Dem’s rebuttal to Bush’s “State of the Union” Speech this year—good rebuttal, presentation a little stiff) and in the area of Kansas in which we live, Democrats are almost a secret underground society–until this election!

So, what’s with the title of this blog, “Rules Don’t Apply”? There are obvious connections to our current political situation: i.e. the “reasons” we declared war on Iraq–made up lies—oops, RDA!; how Bush “won” the election in 2000-thank you Kathryn Harris—oops, RDA!; stacking the Justice Department based on party affiliation—oops, RDA!; Hillary Clinton wanting the Michigan and Florida primaries to count as is—oops, RDA!; Michael Vick; Britney Spearsetc, etc, etc. You get the point!

How about closer to home, very, very close to home–as in, where am I in regards to RDA in my actions?

Here’s a few things I use to check whether I am within or above the “law”:

Do I drive the speed limit? A few miles over the limit but not enough to be stopped by the cops? Speed limit—what speed limit?

Do I park my car where parking isn’t allowed? Handicapped spaces? Fire lanes? Ignoring “no parking at any time” because I’ll only be away from the car for a few minutes? Or because it’s cold? Rainy? yada, yada, yada?

Do I pay income tax? Honestly? Fudgingly? Who cares—I love prison garb?

Whether it’s inconvenient, nonsenical (according to me, the arbiter of “Right and Appropriate Rules”), my ego roaring, questionable priorities, or lack of integrity (if I’m not caught, it doesn’t count), I really strive more often than not to behave. Believe me, I’m not patting myself on the back. In fact, in further blog entries, I’ll share what happens when RDA rules my life.