Shortly after dinner tonight, our house phone rings.
Generally I pick it up, because it’s usually my mom calling to chat about one thing or another, and she gets bent out of shape if I ignore the call. However, this time it was a private number, so I was fairly sure it was going to be a telemarketer, and I was prepared to unleash my usual slew of vitriol on their unsuspecting ass.
As it turns out, it was a volunteer with the “Obama for America” campaign. I have to say the opportunity was SO ripe with possibilities, but she seemed kind of young and very nice, and I felt bad for this delusional, misled, silly creature. I decided to hear her out. I didn’t say a word through her entire pitch, as she asked me – as a former supporter – to come out and volunteer at a voter registration drive this Saturday.
An Obama supporter.
To volunteer to sign people up to vote for… Zero.
Rob saw the look on my face, as I stood in the doorway, listening to this chick give her spiel in stunned silence. He was curious. I motioned for him to wait.
I listened to the entire thing, and then the conversation sort of went like this:
Me: Well, that would be difficult, since I am not, nor have I ever been an Obama supporter.
Her: Oh! We have you on this list as having voted for Obama the last time. Is this the Jackson residence?
Me: No. I don’t think there’s ever been a Jackson at this address.
Her: Oh, I’m so sorry. We had a Mr. Jackson at this telephone number.
Me: As a matter of fact, I would say that I will do everything in my power to ensure that Mr. Obama never gets elected again!
Her: Well… this is America. Um. And we have the right to vote for whomever we choose.
Me: Yes, yes we do. You have a great night!
I don’t think this poor girl expected to find a non-Obama supporter in this area. Hell, it’s so filled with libtards, I’m surprised it’s not capsizing to the left like Guam! (Obscure Hank Johnson reference – look it up)
Y’all would be proud of me. I was very nice. I didn’t tell her that there was no way I was going to volunteer to reelect a guy whose entire philosophy rests on the principles of redistribution by government force. I didn’t tell her that her idol sucks. I merely told her that I was going to work to defeat him. Work hard. Work endlessly.
I think she was a bit stunned, but I certainly got my message across.