I met a guy on one of our trips who was determined to talk politics and tell me how smart George Bush was. When I proudly told him I voted for Clinton and would probably vote for her again, he said “Well, at least she is cute.” I promptly told him that at least my candidate could spell “cute”. That shut him up pretty quick and he walked far away from me.
Later on in the trip I waited to use the bathroom and I walked in right after Mr. Big Mouth Republican walked out. Guess what? Mr. Big Mouth Republic did not flush the toilet. I bet he couldn't figure out how the flusher on the boat worked or maybe he came from a place where they don’t have inside plumbing. He avoided me the rest of the trip and probably kept politics out of his conversation.
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Ha! Last week I was helping my neighbor with some preparations for an upcoming party when she brought up politics and the war. For whatever insane reason, she assumed that I was for (I'm not!). More than once while pointing out the flaws in her war arguments, I had to politely remind her that we're on either ends of the political spectrum.
At least with a stranger, you can tell 'em to bugger off. I mean, I like my neighbor despite our differences.
"promptly told him that at least my candidate could spell “cute”. That shut him up pretty quick and he walked far away from me."
That's wonderful. I'm having coffee with a like minded friend tomorrow and I'll tell her that story.
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