So I'm out walking the baby when my neighbor hails me and the offspring with, "Can he have a Popsicle?"
I'm not sure if they buy Popsicles for the kids or if the kids have just figured out that if they smile nice they sometimes get them...but as the greedy little tykes weren't with me, I have to assume the former.
So he hustles to get the squirt a 'sicle and delivers it, "Complements of Obama."
To which I couldn't resist the faithful, "You're really gonna vote for that guy?"
And the ensuing political conversation takes place wherein he spouts his party line and I spout mine. Something like this: That Sarah Palin has no experience. What if McCain has a heart attack. Do you really want her as president. What and she has less experience than Obama? Biden. Biden? The Veep doesn't do anything unless the pres. dies. Are you hoping Obama dies?
Yeah, I know, you're either on one side or the other...half of that made sense to all of you. But here's where the conversation got interesting:
Well, she's one of those, whaddaya call 'em...evangelicals.
Uh, yeah....your point is?
You know...those....hmmm. Evangelicals. (gestures) Crazy. (remember he's telling me this...me...who asked him when he's gonna cave to the dark side become one of US (cackle) evangelicals. He avoided me for months.)
(Wide eyes, pretending I have no idea what he's talking about (I think the word he was looking for was "pentacostals" but I'm not about to help him out here.)) Huh.
Yeah. (knowing look) She's not much like you.
Well. Tell the kids the popsicles are on Obama.
Um yeah, I'll do that.
(walking off, whips around, snaps fingers) You won't vote for Obama because he's black.
That's it. You got me there, Tuck. (I certainly hope he was kidding. No, no. I want MY son to be the first black president. It is unacceptable for anyone else to be.)
So, I'm wondering what exactly he thinks I am. I am obviously far too normal to be (whadda we call it?) Charasmatic, aren't I? Snort.
He says it like it's a bad thing.