I have an Obama sticker on my laptop.
My Kerry sticker went on my bedroom door as a reminder of the first election I gave a damn about.
So Thursday, I was on my computer, trying to get the damned thing to work (it did), and Becky's friend John came over. He saw my sticker and groaned. Apparently, he sees Obama stuff everywhere and it's killing him.
He reminded me of this bumper sticker I saw (on a SUV or truck with shell with TENNESSEE plates) that said "Conservative in exile." Hello, you're in Tennessee. Tennessee went to McCain, remember? Ugh.
Anyways, apparently ***black people*** wear shirts that say Obama is their president, among other crimes. Oh noes.
My mom did it too, right around the election. "The black teachers and students are so excited, they're calling him their president, but he's half-white." And she voted for him.
I don't get this bullshit and I hate it.
And it's so damned stupid that I can't think of anything to say back. Not that it matters if I do say something. I tried to get John and Beck to stop using "gay" as pejorative, so they switched to homosexual.
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It's immature of me, perhaps, but whenever someone comes out with some racist b.s., I ask "Why do you say that?"
Sometimes they try to explain. Whatever the explanation, it usually deserves another "Why do you say that?"
Repeat until they stomp off in anger or shame or, rarely, enlightenment.
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