To the guy who left 5 books sitting out for me to shelve at midnight, the raincloud that froze me half to death, the girl in my class who talks about her stupid fucking life all the time, and the douchebag who wanted to know why I don't like Sarah Palin, but got too wasted to hear my answer:
Fuck all y'all.
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Ah, the drunken political inquiry. Similar to the drunken story-to-nowhere soliloquy. Sadly enough, el douchebag was probably just as receptive wasted as sober. And so, to paraphrase Nietzsche, at least you didn't have to waste your strength.
I say next time - if they get too blotto, throwdown and tag 'em with an Obama/Biden pin. It'll learn 'em from leaving (mentally and/or physically) engaging convo.
Even worse, it was during the Tennessee-Alabama game, and tons of people were wandering around wearing NOBAMA pins. Double meaning, get it? Jerks.
Christ, drunken political quips at a football game? There's no way that anything positive could have come out from that. What's truly sad of the McCain campers is that they'd lost sight of any conservative perspective. They wear the "Republican" brand and boast the propagandist line. I once reasoned with a chap that he wasn't a conservative in any sense of the term but a brand loyal "Republican". He said that he liked the fireball that is Palin. I commented that she was the only one who at least criticized Wall Street greed during the veep debate. He smiled and nodded his head. I then quipped that it turned out she was vapid and idiotic. A frown. I should have told him that he drank from the very same Kool Aid that birthed the elixir that propped up McCain as a maverick, Bush as an everyman, and Bill Clinton as a liberal. We tangled a bit on the gay/lesbian marriage tidbit. And I threw in me two cents that he was for more gov't (since he wasn't fully convinced that he was a bigot). Sadly enough I'm surrounded by this at work. I'm eternally trapped at the Tenn/Bama game.
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