Freakchylde's

Ok, my day was….um, interesting. My Scotsman showed up during my lunch break, and it went downhill from there. While he was back cleaning up an area, I got the joys of being the secondary focus of a political fight between two veterans with opposing views of the Shrublet. One, obviously has justified frustration with the recent changes to veterans benefits, which are for the worst. So he decides to launch into this thing about fakes, and questions me,
DS: “You must get a bunch of fakes in here?”
ME: “Fakes?”
DS: “Yeah, those guys who like to pretend they were in the military.”
ME: “No, I just get stupid people, military and non-military.”
DS: “You must think I’m stupid then.”
ME: “Until you say something stupid to me, I tend not to pass that judgement.”

He heads outside, guy he was yelling at follows, after paying me for his decals. The second guy leaves a decal he didn’t want on my register, so I head over to put it back. A guy I had helped earlier, makes a comment about no one saying anything about Clinton dodging the draft, and I reply, “I’d rather have a draft-dodger who succeeded on his own, than one that got his daddy to buy his way out.” Apparently, that comment pissed this customer off, who promptly went back to where my Scotsman and SL were to complain. He came back up and commented that my Scotsman stated that I really can’t stand the Shrublet, I say I never hid that fact. So, I’m left wondering where that came from, and after another 30 minutes of political discussion, I call my Scotsman up to find out. He says the guy took my comment to mean I don’t support our troops (which is utter bullshit). Apparently, my Scotsman did the explaining and when he came up later, I was talking with a border patrol agent who grew up under Ann Richards and the Shrublet, as well. We were discussing the merits of the Immigration policy (which is the same one he espoused in Texas) and the wonderous leaps and bounds that Texan education made under the yearly TAAS testing. Of course, that brought about the, “Oh, you’re Texan. That explains it.” comment from this guy. Well, that doesn’t explain it, as I left Texas within the two years after the Shrublet took office. There are many reasons I don’t like this guy. One of them is the education issue. In leaving no child behind, he left behind children in poor school districts, children of active military personnel who’s previous tax credit to the local school systems is now non-existant and must be raised through alternative funding (thankfully, some money is starting to turn up – and i mean only “some”). Signing the Patriot Act into law, nominating Lord Ashcroft for Fed. Prosecutor, being so gung ho he couldn’t give more time, but now wants the time he failed to give anyone else, etc. etc.

Now, with that being said, I’m finding myself not too thrilled with the voting alternatives. I really don’t like Kerry, either and the grandstanding is pathetic. Hell, if I wanted to listen to a prepped pep rally speech, I’d watch wrestling. At least they know how to act. So yeah, I’m falling into the same voter apathy I had back in the 2000 elections. Anyway…..

After that whole shindig finally ended, I’m cooling my heels, rubbing the temples because brain was fried in trying to do my job and continually prodded about this stuff. So what happens? The conspiracy theorist shows up, asking me if Johnson would have been elected, had the voters known he had JFK killed. Oh yeah, and he was spreading the word. Thankfully, he lost interest in me and wandered off on some other tangent about aliens ruling the government, anal probes, and other mutterings that made SL, and all the other customers start snickering softly. I think he forgot his aluminium hat to keep the radio waves from reading his thoughts.

Thankfully, after the mind-numbing day, I was happy to retreat to the cranial world of the TC borderpagans group. Where I could multi-task on my solitaire games and contribute to a wonderfully diverse discussion on sacred sexuality. It was nice and grounding.