“Don’t forget who you work for”

At 9am this morning, I pull up to one of my stops, Butch’s Italian Cafe in Canal Winchester. I’m semi-pissed because I’m one half hour behind schedule, and you know how that can affect your mood. Anyway, As I’m pulling around the building, I noticed that the dining area is swarmed with young urban hipster-types. “Wtf is this,” I mumble to myself, “some butt-pride convention?”

Anyway, I go around the building and load my cart up. As I’m walking towards the building an employee comes out the back door and makes eye contact with me.  She then proceeds to let the door lock behind her. I’m 100% certain she heard me when I said “twat” as she was walking away, I could see the pause in her step. I beat on the door and the crazy lady who works there opens it up. How do I know she is crazy you ask? Last week, when I was changing the mats, I heard her in the kitchen talking to someone. When I went back there, it was just her by herself. “Talking to yourself Sam?”, I ask. “Oh you know me. Yes.”, came the reply. I didn’t think anything of it and as I go out the door, I hear her whisper in a very sinister voice, “Because I’m crazy.”

I digress. She opens the door and as I’m going in, I ask what’s going on. “Some fundraiser for John McCain,” “Interesting indeed,” I think as I develop a plan of attack. Not attacking the McCain supporters per se, but a plan of attack for getting my shit done and getting the fuck out of there. As I’m restocking her supplies I am semi-listening as crazy-lady tells me how she is voting “undecided”, and that if enough people vote “undecided” the parties will have no other choice but to put up two different, perhaps more electable candidates. “I don’t think it works that way Sam,” I tell her. “Are you sure? If ‘undecided’ wins, they have to have a new election” “Ok Sam”, I start making my way towards the dining area, hoping to not get swept up in the moment and end up professing my love for John McCain.

As I round the corner I see the owner of the establishment, Big Butch himself. “What’s going on Butch?” “Oh, some political thing. I got the Lt. Gov. of Texas stopping in here in about 10 minutes.” As he is saying this I’m looking at the crowd that has amassed in my work area. “These fucks are fucking up my shit,” I’m thinking to myself. “Wait, is that an Obama sticker I see?” As I look around, everyone is wearing something with “Obama” on it. Stickers, buttons, hats, shirts, you name it. “Butch, who did you say is coming in to talk?” “Oh, just the Lt. Gov. of Texas, Chim Richalds or something.” “Why would Chim Richalds endorse Obama?” Butch mumbles something about not knowing, but he’ll be glad when it’s over.

I make my way into the throng. I see the waitress I called a twat. She definitely sees me. She doesn’t look too happy either. Playing it off, I change the subject before she even gets a chance to bring it up, “Nice button, (Obama ‘08) who’s coming in today?”, I ask her. “Bill Richardson, the governor of New Mexico.” “Awesome”, I say as I disappear back into the crowd before she can call me out for being an asshole. Things are finally starting to make sense, Richardson is coming in to talk to the Obama faithful. I make light work of the mats and start making my way towards the back of the restaurant. Crazy lady is there yelling at some fat mexican delivery guy about being over-charged for romaine lettuce. “Did you figure out what’s going on out there,” she asks. “Yea, Bill Richardson, governor of New Mexico is having a town-hall style meeting.” She smiles and turns to the mexican, “Ce’sar, you want to stay and watch? He’s from Mexico, too.” Ce’sar mumbles something to the effect of “loco punta” and disappears through the back door. I tell her that New Mexico and Mexico are two different places. She doesn’t believe me. After trying to convince her of this, I decide it’s a lost cause and collect my check and leave. As I pass through the door, I’m standing face to face with Bill Richardson, the mexican governor (lol). Realizing this is kind of a big deal, I don’t want to fuck it up. I stand up straight and take my gloves off. I make eye contact with his entourage/(security?) to let them know I mean no harm. I extend my hand, “Governor, it’s a pleasure.” “Why thank you son. The pleasure is all mine.” I smile and nod and begin to walk away. As I’m doing so, I call back over my shoulder and say, “Don’t forget who you work for.” I’m 100% certain he heard me, I could see the pause in his step.

The Great Debaters?

Wow.

John McCain admitted that our government has taken part in torturing prisoners of war, “And when I am president, we will not torture another prisoner…”

He also mispronounced Amahdinajad’s name, miserably.  He mis-identified the president of Pakistan and also called Pakistan a “failed state”.

Good game old chap, ship the presidency to Obama.

In the interest of objectivity

Since I recently wrote a little bit about John McCain and Rod Parsley, I guess I should write a little about Obama and Rev. Jeremiah Wright. Rev. Wright, apparently is a pretty angry man. At a sermon in 2003, he blamed the 9/11 attacks on us, for state-sponsored terrorism in the Middle East and in South Africa.

During this sermon, in his own church on Chicago’s south side, Wright states, “God bless America? God damn America. God damn America.”

Another quote, referencing 9/11, “America’s chickens are coming home to roost.” For those of you unaware, this is a direct reference to Malcolm X’s speech on December 4, 1963, less than 2 weeks after the assassination of JFK. When asked a question concerning the late president’s assassination, Malcolm X replied that it was just a case of “America’s chickens coming home to roost.”

This would also explain Michelle Obama’s recent comment on how, for the first time in her life, she was proud to be an American.

As an Obama supporter, this worries me.

Rod Parsley endorses McCain

Keith Olberman is reporting that Rod Parsley, pastor at World Harvest Church in Columbus, Ohio, has endorsed, and also serves as a “spiritual advisor” to Republican nominee John McCain. I know Parsley and his church fairly well. They are customers of mine and I visit with them weekly.

Parsley is a fundamentalist Christian. There is no way around this, and if you even begin to doubt this, I direct you to the following quote:

“I cannot tell you how important it is that we understand the true nature of Islam, that we see it for what it really is. In fact, I will tell you this: I do not believe our country can truly fulfill its divine purpose until we understand our historical conflict with Islam. I know that this statement sounds extreme, but I do not shrink from its implications. The fact is that America was founded, in part, with the intention of seeing this false religion destroyed, and I believe September 11, 2001, was a generational call to arms that we can no longer ignore.”

This seriously scares me.

Spitzer

I’ve just got to say real quick that Eliot Spitzer has really let me down.  I remember first hearing about him about 5 years ago when he was AG in New York.  I admired his drive to take on corporate greed and honestly, I kind of looked up to him, as silly as that sounds.

He risked it all, and I do mean all, on a high priced piece of ass.  Such a shame.

This is a man that would have no doubt ran for the presidency in 4-12 years.

McCain…

It looks like we’re going to have our choice between two democrats come November, regardless of what happens between Barack and Hillo.

Stuff.

Right. I’m not sure how long this is going to be. There are lots of things on my mind, as usual (I guess) and I’m not sure what all I’m going to cover tonight…

Umm, work is still good at Company X. I’m going to be making a lot more money it seems. I talked to Jeffrey and he is going to give me a way more volume. More volume = more monies in my pocket, so…yay!

I had an exam in one of my classes tonight. The Dr. who is teaching the class is a bit of a control freak. We have a seating chart and during exams he makes us put everything we have with us up in the front of the room. Bags/coats/books/purses/etc.  Mind you, I’m a junior at university. I think during the next exam I’m just going to walk to the front of the room and remove my clothes and throw them on the pile.

Cloverfield. Loved it. “Help us. It’s still alive”?

Oh, I was at one of my customers today and there was a woman in there who was doling out political advice to anyone within earshot. “I’ll tell you why I’m not voting for Hillary: I don’t think a woman should have control over the military.” Interesting. This piqued my interest so I decided to eavesdrop a bit and see what else she would reveal. “I’m a christian”, (red flag goes up and I immediately discount all political-talk from her), “and I go to World Harvest.” World Harvest is a crazy church, borderline cult, in my opinion. Anyway, after hearing where she attends service, it was no surprise a few minutes later when she begins preaching of the glorious virtues of one Mike Huckabee.

I wonder if she knows the Huckster said this during 1998 at the Southern Baptist Convention, “A wife is to submit graciously to the servant leadership of her husband.”

I fear for what might be.

On politics

Whilst im’ing with my brother earlier, he mentioned something about Chuck Norris saying McCain was too old to be president, to which McCain quipped: “I’m going to send my 95 year old mother over there and wash his mouth out with soap.” I’ll be honest, I laughed. I’m not sure if it was because of McCain’s comments or the fact that Chuck Norris is actually campaigning for Huckabee.

Anyway, this little back and forth between The Chuck and John McCain made me think about all of the top-tier candidates, and how all but one of them scares me in one way or another…

Huckabee scares me because he has the jesus.

McCain scares me because years as a pow has made him bat-shit crazy.

Romney scares me because he is Corporate America.

Clinton scares me for the obvious reasons.

Edwards scares me because of his union support.

The only top-tier candidate who doesn’t scare me is Obama, the muslim(?), the one everyone is supposed to be scared of.

Know your role.

On the way to a fantastic sushi dinner the other night, my friend begins railing against the Republican party in general, and W. specifically. This is nothing new from my friend, and I’ve been listening to it for over 6 years now. Sometimes I’ll give him a hard time and sometimes I’ll just turn up the radio and let him rant. I felt like giving him a hard time this time around.

Me: “Can I ask you a few questions?”

Him: “Of course.”

“Do you think government should be larger or smaller?”

“Smaller.”

“Do you think people should be able to own any firearm that they choose, within reason?”

“Yes.”

“Do you support lower taxes?”

“Yes.”

“Do you support abortion?”

“Not really.”

I just rolled my eyes and continued. I also called him Mr. Reagan for the rest of the evening. He wasn’t amused.