Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Overheard at a Panda Express. . .

The girl behind the counter, discussing politics:
"I like Barack. I'd vote for him. I hear he listens to Jay-Z."

Or, this, from my father, who voted for Bush in 2004 because John Kerry looked "Like Mr. Ed":
"I like Mitt Romney. He looks presidential. And his father did good things for General Motors while he was governor of Michigan."

So it isn't generational, afterall. We tend to vote for candidates who we personally feel more comfortable with. The girl likes Obama because, she told me when I gave her a "get serious!" look, "he likes the same things I do." My father likes Romney, because, like Bush before him, he "looks" more like a president. And his father "helped" business in Michigan in the 1960s (and we all know how THAT turned out for the folks in Motor City!).

The hell with the issues. All this is just a way for me to say "well. . . I haven't decided yet." Not that it matters, living in Texas, where you might as well wipe your ass with the ballot if you select anyone without an (R) after their name.

1 comment:

Amos Magliocco said...

Ah, but Texas' one party theocracy leaves more time to contemplate Tony Romo's sprained thumb in this weekend's game, or his voluptuous escort south of the border.

Check out the story of the Death Row DA in Harris County writing sexy emails to his secretary. He's a character right out of Cormac McCarthy.