It’s that time of year again; time for dinner with my folks.
I’ve got this sort of pants splitting malaise going into this thing. My godparents are going because everyone insists on inviting them, which isn’t a bad thing, but they’re both devout Catholics (my god father is actually a deacon.). They’re oh so totally John McCain, G.W. Bush, Arnold Schwarzenegger fans and Fox News junkies. It really makes me bananas to be that horribly outnumbered in the realm of reality, especially when I can’t orally retaliate to their ridiculousness because I, believe it or not, care about their feelings.
At the same time, it’s a little quaint. My brother is 13, so I feel I should say to him “get a good look at this, kid. They’re a dying breed”, which is true, so we should tolerate their antics at the expense of our stomach acid whittling away our collective esophagus every time the quote O’Reilly or talk about Iran.
But yet, I’m wrong! How many people are supporting McCain right now! It’s partially Hillary’s fault for being such an icy shrew. Doesn’t she know she’s the republican punch line? No one likes her, and the repubs know she’d be easy to beat.
McCain wants to boot Russia out of the G-8 Summit! Can you believe that? Douchetard! The way the G-8 is set up, Russia would have to submit approval of their own ousting (even if, by some unthinkable Bizzarro-World scenario, the other 6 countries agreed with the U.S.). Doesn’t John McCain do ANY fact finding before he says shit?
I’d love to use that factoid for ammo at the dinner table, but these are the types that can’t be swayed.
Refried beans, strong margaritas, and a table packing a 70% conservative majority. Sounds like a hell of a birthday party, Ma. I can’t wait to discuss how great my trip to Red China was.