talking sense to the senseless
I was part of a heated political “debate” this weekend. Surrounded by conservative republicans in a dingy basement, I played the solo independent who embraces Obama and his policies with open arms. “She’s a Chicagoan!” they yelled. I beamed from the inside…until things got started. Did I mention I was in western Michigan? Enough said.
Trying my damndest to understand the views of the males dominating the sofa, I became provoked with their intellectual lack.
“You want to steal from the rich and give to the poor?” they asked. “Change? What change.”
Be patient, creatures…time will tell.
My face got closer to theirs once I started ranting and my words got louder after each sentence ended. Middle fingers flew and I even got out of my seat at some point. I had to remind myself that not only was I talking to a bunch who vote republican because “my whole family does, and I do too,” but I was talking to an intoxicated bunch who vote republican because “my family does, and I do too,” who don’t get out much, according to their wives, and possess extreme research-negligence.
So this is why I never joined the debate team in high school.
My friend’s husband and I were splitting a small case of beer and ended up splitting the room later that night. Right down the middle - Obama and McCain - making sure none of the bottles touched in the case and making sure to steer clear of each other for the remainder of the night - until of course they had to bring me home when we shook on it. “Agree to disagree.”
November 4, my sofa-sitting-conservative-friends. Let truth prevail.
