I was at work, so when she asked for me by name my first question was “may I ask who’s calling?” I’ve been getting a lot of “spam” calls, lately, so I wanted to know who I was talking to before I launched into a profanity laced tirade.
“This is (I don’t remember) from (the Democratic something or other).”
I brightened. “Oh, hi”, I said, adding “Can we make this quick? I’m at work.” If my change in tone didn’t tell her that we have the same goals, I don’t know what else I could have done or said. Clearly, she knew I was someone who had donated before, and wanted me to do so, again.
“I’ll try to be quick”, she assured me, then said something along the lines of “Will you join us in standing on the dead bodies of dead children to support an agenda we had the day BEFORE the (abominable) killings in Newtown?”
I said “I’m sorry, but this is one thing I don’t stand with the Democrats on. We have too many other problems; continuing long term unemployment, the economy, things that affect people every minute of every day.” That’s as near as I can get to a verbatim transcript without a recording.
I added “We’ve had a vote. It’s time to move on.”
She was polite. She said something like “OK” before I said “I’m going to let you go.”
Yeah, I know, who cares, but here’s the interesting part.
An hour or two later I was talking to a co-worker in DC, arguably the most liberal city in America, who thinks he’s more liberal than I am. I told him this same story.
He replied, “I told my parents the same thing last week! They couldn’t believe I felt that way.” He thinks he’s more liberal than I am, and he thinks his parents are more liberal than he is. He agreed with me, BTW.
I can’t read the liberal blogs, any more. I don’t think I’m a baby killer. At least, I’ve never killed one, even by accident. I don’t think I’m the guy who wants boyfriends to murder their girlfriends, the way I’m accused of being on liberal blogs, EVERY DAY. I’m not in love with guns. At least, I’ve never fucked one, or masturbated thinking about one, or even had one in bed with me when I made love to a real live human being, so it’s not a “fetish” for me, as I’m accused of being some kind of pervert, EVERY SINGLE GODDAMNED DAY.
I don’t know the answer. “Liberals” aren’t my allies. I know that. Ron and Rand Paul sure as fuck aren’t my allies (Rand, the little baby, recently came out in favor of using drones to kill liquor store robbers as they leave the store, fercrhissakes.) And it’ll be a cold day in hell when I agree with a Republican on ANYTHING else.
But I know (for sure) that as long as “my side” continues to push this losing issue in spite of all the REAL problems this country faces, I’m going to be on the outside looking in. Virtually EVERYONE hates me for my point of view.
I know this. This isn’t conjecture.
I don’t know who my allies are, any more. Some days I feel like the last sane man in the universe.
And “pro-gun” people will vote, while anti-(drones, chained CPI, “not using the bully pulpit enough”, etc.) people won’t, so we’re move even further to the right on everything else.
P.S.-her politeness spoke volumes to me. Mostly, that she’s getting so many sycophantic responses that toe the “stand on the bodies of children to further the gun-grabbing agenda” party line that I wasn’t worth trying to get a few bucks for “the cause”.
If it’s not obvious, I’m really disgusted with politics, right now.
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