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May 23, 2007

Moonbats observed

I was waiting to see the doctor this morning, leafing through the latest issue of U.S. News, World & Reports, when a conversation across the room made me glance up.

He: Fifty-something, with a pitted, bulbous drinker's nose, gray hair, ponytail, earring, goatee, pda and cell phone on his belt in leather holsters, short-sleeve Hawaiian shirt, khaki pants, Birkenstock sandals (of course) with brown socks

She: Dirty-blonde shag cut, sun-weathered skin, could be anywhere between late thirties and early fifties.

He: I was hoping we’d have a war crimes trial and they’d hang him.

She: Uh-huh. Bill Clinton couldn't get a b**w job, but (said with venom) he can get us into an illegal war --

He: He’s turned us into a third-world nation.

She: Mm-hmm.

He: All those soldiers dying and being dismembered for nothing.

She: Right.

He: And his daughters aren’t in the military; he’s out of touch. If his daughters were over there, it'd be different.

She: It’s so true. I have young sons … I can’t believe people have forgotten everything we learned in Vietnam, the lessons we learned.

He: Yeah, I’m surprised he hasn’t been assassinated.

She: I know, but it seems it’s only people like Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy who get killed –

He: Yeah –

She: Mmm-hmm.

He: I have a bumper-sticker on my car, “How many people died per gallon for your car?”

She: Wow!

There was more but I missed most of it; between my deep-breathing relaxation exercises and the pounding of my heart, beating a tattoo in my brain, I could barely hear the nurse call my name.

That they could so blithely carry on such a stupid, poisonous conversation in a public setting reminded me of the late film critic Pauline Kael's surprise upon hearing of Richard Nixon's landslide victory in the election of 1972: "How can that be? Nobody I know voted for him."

These people are in a bubble, too, happy in their shell of ignorance, stupidity and hatred.

Posted by Mike Lief at May 23, 2007 12:05 PM | TrackBack

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