As I’ve mentioned many times on this site, I used to be really liberal.
Within the past four years, I’ve questioned why I was a liberal, I’ve done research on what it means to be a Conservative, I’ve opened my eyes, and I’ve “come out.”
It hasn’t all been easy. “Coming out” as a conservative is far less popular than any other sort of “coming out” these days. I was immensely afraid of losing those I loved… and I wasn’t wrong. Many have turned their backs on me. Many have gone out of their way to let me know I disgust them.
When I first started writing for COTR nearly 2 years ago (DANG. Has it REALLY been that long?!) I wrote about what that journey looked like for me:
I grew up in Mexico. My mom is Mexican and my dad is American. So in all honesty, I knew very little about American politics growing up. My family and I moved back to the US in my teenage years (legally, may I add) and all I really knew at that point was that the USA was the most wonderful place in the world. Boy, was I excited to be here! Seriously you guys, America freaking rocks.
Unfortunately, I am living proof of how dangerous the liberal media can be. I am ALSO proof that there is hope.
As soon as I got to the USA I was bombarded with messages that assured me that conservatives HATED me…and as the impressionable teenager I was, I fell for it.
College wasn’t much different. Safe-spaces and trigger warnings pervaded every conversation. Institutional racism and white privilege were hot-topic buzzwords everyone was itching to have a one-sided conversation about. I found it all a bit tiresome, but this was just the way things were. (After all, the fact that I was annoyed by constant rumblings of white privilege only proved my half-white privilege…or something.)
I gradually started pushing back. I knew all the canned liberal arguments and bumper-sticker-ready sayings by heart, as would any other of their little brainwashed pets…but they just weren’t clicking for me anymore. Once that first thread came unraveled, the entire liberal narrative that had framed much of my understanding was coming apart at the seams.
My friends rolled their eyes and giggled at me. I was so cynical lately. “OF COURSE you are oppressed, you silly goose! You’re a half-hispanic woman! SUPER DUPER OPPRESSED!” Only I didn’t feel oppressed, and it was all starting to reek of bull. I started fighting back, but I still hadn’t realized what it all meant. No one had actual responses to my questions. I was shut out entirely.
This is where my story takes a positive turn. I started hunting for the answers to those questions on my own. I started reading A LOT. I learned to reject the mainstream media and seek the actual truth. I learned what it means to be a conservative. I learned what it actually means to be a liberal. All of it was finally making sense. It wasn’t easy, but I soon came to the startling realization that I wasn’t cynical…I was RIGHT.
…and I’ll never turn back.
So, I was more than a little excited to see this pop up on my Twitter feed today:
I was a registered Democrat for the greater portion of my voting life. The #Clintons cinched it for me. I was an #Independent through the Bush years. Obama was an eight year blank. The hatred and violence the @Democrats now promote convince me I was right to #WalkAway…
— James Woods (@RealJamesWoods) June 25, 2018
I think we “recovered Democrats” make excellent conservatives!
You know why? Because we’ve been there and we know first hand that it’s all a farse. …We can also decipher SJW language. It’s kind of like being a spy.
Additionally, no one can accuse us of just not being “woke.” We literally “WOKE” up to the CRAP.
So, yes, James and I have a little something in common, and I feel pretty great about it.