Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A Cautionary Tale


After posting this, it occurred to me that this could offend my conservative friends.  This is not directed at reasonable people.  If you recognize yourself in Ted, well, that's another matter.  I don't personally know anyone like him.  And yet people like him are all over social media.  Go figure.

“Hey. Tracy, how do you spell moron?  Is it O-N or A-N?”  Ted yelled.

“It’s O-N I’m pretty sure. Why?”

“Just commenting on this asshole’s Facebook post.”

You stupid moron!!  If it wasn’t for illegals Obummer wouldn’t even be president.  My dad didn’t fight in Europe to have his vote cancelled by an illegal! Of course I voted for the photo I.D. amendment last time!!  You should have to show an I.D. to vote.  You have to show an I.D. to write a check at Trader Joe’s for shit’s sake! Stop voting before you ruin America!!!!

Ted stood up from the computer, a bit calmer for having destroyed the Liberal, America-hating punk.  He went into the kitchen, where his wife was talking with someone on the phone.  He could see from her expression that something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s your dad.  Here you talk to him,” Tracy said as she handed him the phone.

“Hey, pop.  What’s up?”

“I can’t vote this year.  Can you believe that?  I’ve walked down to the church and voted in every Mickey Mouse election for 40 years and I can’t vote for President.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I can’t find my I.D.  Tore the place apart.  Course, I haven’t seen it in 5 years.”

“What?! Can’t you get another one?”

“No.  Too late; not enough time.”

“Jesus,” Ted said, sitting down, “Goddamn Liberals.  How the hell does this happen?”