The Black Sheep

No I'm not calling Obama "the black sheep." I am in fact referring to myself. This is Billy, not Holli. I am the black sheep, not Holli, and not Obama. How are we doing? Off to a good start? All right then.

So today as Holli was sitting here reading over the thousands of blogs that she peruses daily, I caught a glimpse of a post by one of our former ward members. It caught my eye enough that I felt inclined to go back and read it for myself (by the way...click here to read it) and I have to say that Megan, I couldn't agree more.

I have been a closet Obama fan for the past 15 or so months. I have read so many articles, interviews, and transcrips from speechs made by this man that it sickens me. So why the closet fan? Because I come from Republican Central. My close family (on both sides) as well as many of my neighbors and friends are some of the most Republican people I have ever met (welcome to Utah). I've heard plenty of "facts" about how Obama is a terrorist, how he will change the national anthem into a rap song, and even how he is the prophesied "Anti-Christ" (not making that one up). The very few times I have spoken up for Obama I have been met with near tyraids from those who think I may have lost my mind. Well guess what...I've heard what you have told me about Obama, and I've heard from the man himself. Guess who I listened to?

Now that I've come out (wow, I would have never guessed those words would be uttered by me) I expect to get a good four years of "I told you so" from various people, and I'm sure the annonymous racial jokes that keep appearing on my cell phone won't stop. But for once in my life I listened to my head instead of those around me and I couldn't feel prouder for doing so.