We took a visit up to the mountain between the holidays and I asked at the hardware store if the town had any special events going on for New Years - something that would interest the kids was my hope.
"Nothing that I know of besides whatever those damned Democrats are doing," the clerk said.
"Damned Democrats?" I asked.
"Yeah, they are doing some kind of veterans function at the City Park. I'm just sick of all of them!" she replied.
"The veterans or the Democrats?" I couldn't help needling her a bit.
"Well, the Democrats but mostly that man in the White House. I'll be damned before I'd support someone that kisses a prayer mat. Damned Muslims," she added.
Seriously. I'm not making it up. I could tell there wasn't much room for an intelligent conversation. There was no point mentioning how far the previous administration was up the Saudi's hinders, for example. This gal, salt of the earth type, running a small business in a small town honestly believes this: #1 that Obama is a Muslim and #2 that that's actually a bad thing!
So I joke about voting all the politicians out - usually safe ground and was certainly so this time, too. But as I left I could still hear her grousing about Obama, terrorists and damned Muslims...
There's no moral to this story here folks. Just some food for thought.
