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I’ve heard more political talk locally in the last couple of weeks that I really think I need a happy pill where I would fly on a magic carpet over the sprawling hills of northwest Tennessee, out of harm’s way until November.

I met a man last night named Zane who is from Illinois. He leans right and, well, I don’t, but the dialogue came down to where we were breaking down the reasons on our core political beliefs. It was interesting to here that he was a moderate Republican, he didn’t like Obama in his state and he broke down politically why. I talked of social issues and how I thought that corporations had too much political power and that was why I was casting a vote to him.

It was a dialog.

We agreed the talking heads on cable news outlets were full of hot air and that by their blathering, that major issues that this country is facing are swept under the rug and ignored. We agreed that some anchors saw themselves as “stars” and that was too bad mainly because it should be about the news and not about the pundits.

He was a pro-choice Republican. I am a Second Amendment Democrat.

There is always something to be learned by listening and it was a fine conversation. I’ll probably never see Zane again, but he made an impression on me primarily because we had a nice talk where no minds were changed, but a door was opened. It was civil and enlightening.

I liked that.