The conservative at work....
we had a nice conversation yesterday. Usually when I walk into his work area I get the feeling that I just caught him in the act of plotting the armed overthrow of the U.S. Government. He usually gives me The Speech (about small government without regulations. If it weren't for government regulations he and his conservative family would be standing by a freeway offramp with a cardboard sign).
But yesterday, somebody had their excessively large raised up diesel powered Ford 350 idling near where we were talking and the exhaust bothered him. I suggested perhaps that he had developed a sensitivity to diesel exhaust. I also suggested that the sulfur turns into acid in the lungs. But this week he had a problem. He realizes that he is an odd type of conservative, because he rides a bicycle. Real conservatives of course get 8 miles per gallon. Everybody knows that. Earlier in the week one of his conservative brethren in a large diesel pick-up pulled out in front of him and laid down a heavy smoke cloud thinking (if indeed he could) that he no doubt was blowing away some weenie Obama voter.
I empathized with him instead of laughing. I don't try to convert him. If he gets what he's voting for, he's fucked and and if he gets what I vote for, he can go back to plotting the armed overthrow of the U.S. Government never realizing his good fortune.