Sorry, Jon Stewart, but I gave the finger to the Republican trying to foist his R trash on me at my

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Tue Nov-02-10 05:08 PM
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Sorry, Jon Stewart, but I gave the finger to the Republican trying to foist his R trash on me at my

voting place today. Admittedly, I'm no role model. My husband wished I hadn't, partly because he knows the guy, and partly because he thought I had risked being arrested and not allowed to vote, which I said was ridiculous until remembering how the Teaper candidates and surrogates have recently treated opponents. (On the other hand, my mom thinks it's funny I did it. Go figure, although she does pretty much despise the Teapers.)

I'm not exactly the most laid back person anyway when stressed, but with the increased thuggery and Orwelliana of the right lately, I've been literally (and I mean that literally) screaming at the Teapers on the Tooob. So I really wanted to avoid standing in line for hours listening to ignorant Rs like I had to in 08. I convinced hubby to go with me at around 1pm, thinking it wouldn't be crowded then, which it wasn't.

We approached the entrance from the right and so passed first by the local Dems' set-up. They offered us lit for a local dem we were already supporting. Hubby took it, but I refused, saying I was voting for him but that I didn't need the paper.

Rounding the corner, we had to pass very closely by the R tent on our left as we entered the short run of sidewalk approaching the entrance. I had already seen their HUMONGOUS sign with the usual Teaper BS, (paraphrasing), "Are you fed up like we are?! Vote straight Republican and SAVE our country!!!" That had already got my blood boiling. Again, sorry Jon Stewart, but these lying, bully bastards do not exactly inspire choruses of Kumbaya in part harmony in me, but I was planning to just ignore.

However, when the dude hovering over the path tried to shove some Teaper propaganda in my face. I couldn't even look at him, but involuntarily made a sound of disgust as I refused the trash and continued by. He yelled to me, with a derisive snicker, "So, you like things the way they are?" (I didn't exactly hear him, but hubby told me later that's what he'd said.)

I looked back over my shoulder and gave a thumbs down, meaning that's how I felt about him and his party and his yelling at me. But he and one of his buddies were loudly laughing at me, like I was the funniest damn thing they'd ever seen. I didn't see what was so effing funny, so, I turned my fist up and around, tucked in my thumb, and saluted them with the middle digit over my shoulder as I turned my head back toward the door and continued in to the building.

Now, I've had a stomach virus for almost a week now, haven't had much sleep, and am not taking my Cymbalta because I'm in the donut hole and can't afford it, so it wouldn't have taken much to freak me out anyway. However, I really think they needed to leave me the fuck alone. And I have always thought that the campaigners are allowed way too close to the entrance of my voting station. I don't care which party they're from.

Of course, I'm not saying my reaction was rational or my finest moment. In hindsight, I wish I'd done something a little more civil. I've thought about it a lot today, and think I've learned and important lesson.

In the future, I'm going to stop and politely accept the RW flyer. I'm going to stand right there and calmly look it over for a moment or two. Then I'm going to rip into quarters and hand it back before I turn and walk away.