Yes, that was definitely a joke. No, this was all home-grown, solid, Midwestern bigotry that needed no help from you "limp-wristed Brits," as I'm sure most of my interlocutors would conceive of you. I'd just love to have some excuse for it, some way of making it less big and scary.
On a more detached, philosophical level, it was kind of amazing to just sit there and absorb all that hatred all day, all that spitefulness and arrogance and genuine ill-will.
A woman left the parking lot and drove past me, shooting darts at me with her eyes. I turned and said to my friend, "Lady, don't get in an accident staring at me, cause I'd hate to have to give CPR to someone who just voted for Bush."
But, you know, if she had gotten in an accident, I would have called the ambulance and done what I could to save her life. I don't really hate these people, in that way of wishing them personal harm anyway. But I'm pretty sure their Christian love stops before it reaches my door. |