I’ve been called a liberal before because I work in the media.

I’ve also been called a conservative mouthpiece because I work in AM radio.

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my blog from the midterms two years ago when the “Text People to Ask for Their Support, Which I’m Sure Totally Works Soooo Often” industry was just getting off the ground.

I do enjoy posting my “I voted” sticker online after each election. When I vote, I often wear my Carhartt jacket.

Sure, it was unseasonably warm yesterday, but look how rugged it makes the sticker look! Like, “Hey, partisan politics is tearing us apart, but Scaia’s jacket is fixin’ to make everything allll-right!”

One of the reasons I’ve had success as a reporter is I can see the point of both sides of an issue.

You might refer to previous blogs: I was able to understand and communicate both the role of the Centerville Mill Propane Club during the Republican National Convention four years ago and the hoagies at the Democratic National Convention.

In slightly more substantial issues, I understand both sides of voter ID. I’m not worried a bunch of people from Liechtenstein are going to show up, pass themselves off as voters and poison our election with blatant pro-Liechtenstein values [“You will drink from a stein, not a mug!”].

Back in the day, I was looking forward to vote in my first election, which, you may recall, grabbed some headlines of its own because of the ballots and their chads. I was excited to be a part of it, so I was closely watching the woman at the table get her pen and flip through the paperwork.

I stopped her because I saw her start marking my dad’s name off the list instead of mine. It was an honest and simple mistake.  But if I hadn’t been watching, my dad would have voted in 2000 even though he wasn’t, technically, alive.

Maybe if I gave her my driver license, she’d have cross matched the name. It doesn’t have to be political; it might just save a clerical mistake.

Now, though, we’ve muddled through the 2020 primary. And I got some quality time yesterday morning for microphone shovin’ at polling places.

Partisan politics has been tearing us apart, and it’ll continue that way as we approach the general election. Then it’ll continue because we’re just four years away from the 2024 election.

So maybe, let’s take some time to see we’re all much more similar than we are different.

In a since-deleted tweet, Reuters mistook Beto O’Rourke for Pete Buttigieg and Whataburger for a chicken joint.

I was a bit disappointed with Biden’s tweet this morning [He at least could have called himself, “Whatabid’n], but the internet was aflame with Reuters’ characterization of Whataburger. If I may be the voice of reason here, the Buffalo Ranch Chicken Strip Sandwich is fantastic. So let’s not discount Whataburger as a chicken joint. Pro tip for Biden or Beto or Buttigieg or whoever you want to eat dinner with: Get it on Texas Toast.

Perhaps 2020 can be the year we all recognize how much we share in common as one nation, indivisible. And in doing so, support making the Buffalo Ranch Chicken an All-Time Favorite. On Texas Toast.