My Good Buddy, the PUMA
I have a good friend I've known since she was 24. Elaine's 41 now and a very successful art director, hilarious, liberal, lesbian and all around Hillary supporter.
Last Thursday night, she and our friend Susan and I had dinner at Tong's Thai restaurant after Elaine had had a horrendous day at work. She was in a scrappy mood, and we know not to rile her when she's that way.
As the conversation turned to current events, I was appalled to hear her waxing eloquently about Sarah Palin's speech.
Alas, she's doing some work for my company that I need to get done very rapidly, so not wanting to piss her off, I had to bite my tongue and listen to her rhapsodize about Palin's wit, her gigantic balls and her general hotness.
Palin's magic seemed to be working on someone I would have thought impervious to that kind of rhetorical bullshit.
I looked askance at Susan and quietly asked, "What the fuck is up with this?"
Susan said, "Oh she's still pissed about Hillary not winning."
Yep. Elaine's a PUMA. And she's a voter. And I was worried.
Fast forward to last night.
Elaine had endured some minor surgery on Friday and she was home convalescing.
I shopped at the fabulous H-E-B Central Market for some dinner things to take to her. I got chicken salad, couscous, cole slaw, pita bread, mixed berries and some whipped cream. Mmm.
As we sat at her kitchen table eating, she said, "That Sarah Palin is a fucking asshole!"
Surprised, I said, "Oh? What makes you say that?"
Then she recited a list of talking points that thrilled me down to my toes. She had gotten the message, and she doesn't even have cable TV!
Seems she listens to liberal talk radio on satellite all day as she works. And they convinced her that Palin was indeed a fucking asshole.
So, my friends, it doesn't matter how people get the message, whether it's US Weekly and the Enquirer, CNN, MSNBC, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, the New York Times, blogs or liberal talk radio...the message is getting out.
While I was at H-E-B Central Market, I told the cute little bag boy how much I liked his fauxhawk haircut. He began to strut and preen like the adorable little peacock he was.
I said, "I bet the girls go crazy after you, but you better not vote for McCain or Palin or else you're gonna end up drafted and getting shot in Iraq!"
He looked shocked, so I pounced. "Yeah, word is they're gonna start the draft and come after kids just like you and them" (I pointed to the young female check-out girls nearby).
He replied, "For reals?"
And I said, "Oh yeah, for reals, and furthermore, if you go out and get one of your many little girlfriends pregnant, there will be no more abortion."
His eyes got as big as moonpies.
He had thought Palin was a babe and for some, that's enough to merit a vote.
Well, not anymore, not this kid.
Heh, heh, heh.