I’m a big fan of politics.

Rephrase: I’m a big fan of a certain kind of politics.

Our family’s always been involved in politics. My uncle was the undersecretary of agriculture under Bush 2. My cousin ran the Bush 2 campaign for the whole midwest. (Whether or not Bush 2 was worth it is up for grabs.)

My love of politics started at any early age. I worked my first campaign at age 4. If a little girl in pigtails won’t make you vote for Jack Kemp, I don’t know what will.

I’m the kind of conservative who refuses to be okay with a government that allows the death of children, who’s annoyed that all my paychecks from January to April go to fund government nonsense, who thinks the mindset behind my generation’s camp-out on Wall Street is reprehensible.

So naturally I went to a St. Louis Tea Party meeting last week.

I can’t say I agree with every single one of its premises, and I can’t say I’m going to start waving Ron Paul banners at any point in my life, but I could behind the idea of shutting down the Department of Education, not to mention beefing up the military, reducing taxes and weaning people off of welfare.

I don’t know yet who I’m voting for. I have a lot of reading to do. But heck if getting together with people and discussing the issues isn’t a good place to start.