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Edited on Wed Nov-07-07 04:08 PM by PCIntern
some time ago I posted this little essay:
Interesting and amusing event at Chateau PCIntern: Posted by PCIntern in General Discussion Sun Aug 12th 2007, 09:24 PM We're sitting this Sunday evening finishing dinner and a big knock knock knock at the door signals an exciting occurrence. We open the door and who's standing there but...the Rethug nominee for Commissioner. He's a local attorney with a 'big-name' firm here in Philly. The dialog went something like this - abbreviated for brevity and inanities:
Rethug: Hi! I'm your neighbor _____________, and I'm running for commissioner of the borough. Here's a chip-clip and a pen with my name on it.
PC and Bride: Hi.
R: I know you're both registered Democrats, and you may know I'm a Republican, but I'm sort of an Independent Republican and I'm a Republican "because my father was a judge and he told me to register Republican when I was 18". (No lie - direct quote word for word.)
PC: Like you can't re-register???
R: -Stupid giggly laugh - -small talk - neighborhood-like- blah blah blah
PC: Yeah...these people here are really nice blah blah blah...
Interlude: School taxes, road paving, etc... but here comes the good part:
R: Ya know, I just want local government to work well...it seems that Republicans do a better job of that, at least here. Bush of course, is a disaster.
PC: Yeah, he is - you're right...but you guys fought tooth and nail to make sure he was selected by your stacked Supreme Court and rejoiced in his inauguration. Now...it's like you had nothing to do with it.
R: (Voice raising a bit) well, the other guy would have been a lot worse...
PC: (Cutting him right off): WHAT! Do you mean to say that Gore would have started this stupid war AND is MORE impaired, MORE illiterate, MORE STUPID than your boy Bush? Was eight years of peace and prosperity too much for you to bear (Direct quote this is).
R: -(turns to PC's bride) your husband is changing the subject...
PC: (Puffing out his chest) You're absolutely right...I',m the voter and I CAN TALK ABOUT ANYTHING THAT I WANT. You're the guy running for office and you either have to listen or get off my doorstep. Your choice.
R: It was great talking to you. You really seem to know your issues.
PC: Yeah and guess what my friend, we're mad as hell and we're not gonna take that stuff you guys have been dishing out anymore - not without at the very least a spirited discussion.
R: I can see that! (Scurries back to the car)
PC takes chip clip and pen, and polishes Rethug's name off on dental lathe in basement
__________________________________________________________ So last night, he comes running up to me in front of the school where we vote...and gives me another pen and introduces himself. I said to him, "Don't you remember me? You stopped at my house one Sunday afternoon and we had a lively conversation. You told me that I knew the issues pretty well, but that you then complained to my wife in front of me that I was 'changing the subject'." He clearly recalled the encounter an asked me if he could count on my vote. I said, "It depends upon the meaning of 'count'", winked at him and went inside, then pulled the straight Dem lever of course.
Here's the punch line: The guy lost by eleven votes.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
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