An Irritating Phone Call From The Republicans And Another Call From GOD
Me, looking at Caller I.D. : Do I know [Last Name/First Name]? No. I won't pick up. Oh but wait. Maybe it's someone who wants Hubs to work on their bike.
Caller: Is this Mrs. Coble?
Caller: May I speak with [Hubs' Full First Name] Coble?
Me: He's not available. May I take a message?
Caller: Sure, but it's about current events. This is Eddie with the Tennessee Republican Party. Are you guys going to vote on Tuesday?
Me: Well, I sure wish you guys would have given us better candidates this year, but I guess we're stuck with what we've got so I suppose I'll end up voting even though I don't feel like it.
Eddie (wishing I had put Hubs on the phone, I'm sure.) : Well, are you guys gonna vote for Bob Corker and Jim Bryson on Tuesday?
Here's the part where I got really ticked off. First of all, it isn't any of "Eddie"s business who I'm voting for. Second of all, I'm fairly ticked that Eddie asked to talk to Hubs and didn't think that my opinion was valid in and of its own right. He KNEW from the outset of the conversation that I was Mrs. Coble. What's with asking for the man of the house for the Official Household Voting Intent? Is "Eddie" automatically assuming that little ol' me has no opinion on how to vote?
Third of all, I still can't decide between Corker and Bo. My heart--that organ that screams THIRD PARTY even in my sleep--wants to click for Bo just because. But the part of me that thinks I can't stand Harold Ford Jr. or the entire massive dinosaur of corruption known as the Ford Family realises that a vote for Corker is a stronger vote against Fooniur than a vote for Bo. But dude, I hate to vote for anybody solely for the reason of voting against another person. I'd like to feel like my vote is a voice of assent, not a voice of dissent. I'm tired of the endless parade of "Voice of Dissent" candidates.
There's a huge part of me that was toying with staying home on Tuesday. But now I've committed to Eddie by at least telling him that I would vote.
Holy Cow. Guilt guilt guilt. No lie, just as I was typing the whole "stay home on tuesday like a cranky old bat" sentence, the phone rang again. It was a computer saying
This is David Beamer. My son Todd etc. etc. Let's Roll etc. In my heart I believe these terrorists want to kill us. Etc. etc. Vote this November 7th
Who knew God employed autodiallers? Now I have to vote Tuesday. If only I had someone decent to vote for....