You can count the Democrats living in Keswick on the fingers of one hand. Surrounded by hordes of rabid Republicans, we are singled out as poor, misguided folks who somehow wandered down the wrong path. Of course, being in the South, everyone keeps it genteel, but every once in a while we can needle each other into getting the good stuff out.
During the Bush/Kerry presidential campaign, one of Peter Taylor’s boys asked, “Mr. Vanderwarker seems like such a nice guy, why does he have a Kerry bumper sticker on his car?” When Peter jokingly related the comment to me, I tried to one-up him by saying, “I played lacrosse with Kerry at Yale, he’s a hell of a nice guy.”
To no avail, of course. After all, what’s someone to think about a guy who has a pink driveway and wears orange pants to parties? Flaming liberal, that’s what.
Baiting Republicans is fun and games for me. After all, this is America and the minority gets a voice too.
It’s so easy to get Republican faces screwing up in disgust when you say, “How about our president getting Obamacare through?’ Or, “Did you see those job numbers and the unemployment rate falling to a new low? Obama’s really doing a helluva job with the economy.”
A comment like that heats up my Republican buddies something awful. I love to see their faces turn red and veins start to pop. And there’s oodles of positive things happening during the Obama presidency to taunt them with–stock market soaring, a Latino female on the Supreme Court, the accord on Iran, getting out of two wars.
And when they have a few drinks, you can get them to come clean on president. They take on an expression like someone close by just passed gas and scornfully mutter, “I can’t stand the SOB, he’s a two-faced, conceited, duplicitous politician of the worst sort.”
Then what I love to do is ratchet up the discussion by saying, “So what do you think of Hillary?’
Unprintables always follow and I top it off by saying, “You guys could easily get Trumped in the next election.” That’s steam out of ears time and I retreat to my dependable default, changing the subject so I don’t cause a coronary event, “So can you believe how those Hoos are doing?” Or, “Can you believe the incredible weather we’re having.”
Of course they get their pound of flesh out of me also. Every time the president stumbles or gets negative press, they love to rub it in. ”Did you see the Maureen Dowd piece on your boy Obama?” Or, “You’re an environmentalist, Tony, you must have really liked Obama okaying drilling in the Arctic.”
When my Republican buddies are standing in a circle and I come into the room, more than once I’ve heard, “Shhh, here comes Vanderwarker.” As if I didn’t know they were piling on our president.
Most of it is in good fun for we know that none of us are going to change our minds and we have too much respect for one another to let it interfere with our friendships.
But when Republicans provide such a plethora of great stuff, how can you resist? The Supreme Court’s ruling on gay marriage is a treasure trove. The Donald a gold mine and immigration a bonanza. Just have to bide my time, find the perfect opportunity to pop a zinger.
Not that us Dems aren’t vulnerable with Hillary stinking up the scene with her email fiasco. So maybe I’ll give rattling Republicans a breather until that cloud passes over. On the other hand…