An Old Friend
A friend of mine since middle school emails:
Hey, old man! Sorry I haven’t kept up with you lately. Hope the wife and rugrats are all well.
I was reading your blog this-afternoon and thought I would pass on a couple of quick thoughts while I had the time. I’ve met Mr. Ford and Mr. Corker both this election cycle. Mr. Ford was near the polling place near my son’s karate studio. I stopped and took a moment to see what was going on. He was glad-handing. I met the guy and talked to him for a few minutes. He seemed nice enough.
Next, I met Mr. Corker at the Weigel’s just up the street from my house. He also was campaigning. My first thought after meeting him was “What an asshole!” He’s the kind of guy who looks right through you as though you’re not there. He really didn’t seem very sincere, more like a used-car salesman.
I for one, will be voting for Mr. Ford on the basis of that impression. I’ve ceased listening to campaign ads and political slogans years ago. I’ve checked his records on the voting websites, and while I don’t agree with everything he’s done, he’s hardly the crook/schnook the RNC and Corker portray him as.
You know me, I’m a die-hard conservative, but I swear, I wouldn’t vote for Corker for dogcatcher, much less Congress.
Now, let me be clear: This dude is as conservative as they get, only without all the homo-hating, in-your-face God stuff. He’s my kind of conservative. In high school, he was the President of the Alex P. Keaton Fan Club and (in 19fucking88) was campaigning for (no bullshit) drafting Richard Nixon to run for president. I shit you not.
