Escaping history

I just had a moment.

Critika and I switched essays: I to tease out the slippages in her boarding school / historical society application, she to breath positivity into my business school destitution essay. I was reminded that upon graduating from high school, indeed five years of high school, I was proud to have cleverly evaded all history courses -- required or otherwise.

Then I married a historian,

and in fact, some of my best friends now are historians. Enter the Japanther concert I went to last week; it has had me listening to Pandora's Japanther station for nearly a week now. Brings me back to the birth of emo, Anasarca, and that curly-red-moptop of a historian friend I roomed with in college to put an end to that question I never was able to resolve:

What is the difference between a Democrat and a Republican, and why did they register me as Libertarian when I said I didn't know which party I belonged to?