Yesterday afternoon, I visited my parents. You know, this is what small-town southern folks do on Sunday afternoons. We’re enthusiastic about unity, togetherness, kinfolk and all that. Plus, if Mama cooks lunch/dinner, then I’m off the hook and out of my kitchen.
Anyway, Daddy and I were watching CNN, and Obama was on. Well, I was watching. Daddy was offering rebuttal and finally just heckling the television.
At some point, Obama told the New Hampshire crowd about meeting with voters in Iowa. He said:
“We had Republicans coming in. […] They whispered to me, they pulled me aside, ‘Barack I’m a Republican, but I support you, and I’m changing registrations for this caucus.’
Immediately, Daddy shot me “the look.” It was the same “look” I got back in 1990 when I smuggled three boys and a bottle of rum into the house during a slumber party.
“What?! Why are you lookin’ at me?” I yelled.
To which my Daddy replied, “You always raise your voice when you’re guilty. You have since you were a little girl.”
“I am NOT GUILTY! I WASN’T EVEN IN IOWA DAMMIT!
Later, I received a whole slew of anti-Obama emails from the kinfolk. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear Daddy sounded the alarm and requested an intervention.
While I’m not nuts about Obama – I do wonder if Daddy has heard what they say about the Preacher’s Kids… ” First to rebel and last to repent.”
Of course, my Daddy isn’t a preacher.
He’s a Republican.
‘We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.’ ~ Henry David Thoreau