Last week I ordered a bunch of Bush Cheney '04 paraphenalia on the Internet so I'm now sporting fashionable pins everywhere I go. The fact that I live in one of the largest Democratic wallets in the country only makes me want to wear the largest pin I can, which I do.
So I'm walking down Clark Street today and some guy tries to hit me up for a donation to a Cancer Walk. Like many people of all political persuasions I make it a point not to give money to people on the street so I politely said, "No, thank you." I was also disuaded for several reasons: his brochure was crumpled, a Cancer Walk in the dead of winter sounds very unlikely, and walking down the street is a poor way to solicit pledges. He didn't like the fact that I didn't pledge money so he accosted me saying, "I should have known by that Bush badge." I decided to have a little fun with him so I turned around and said, "That's right. Republicans don't get cancer. In fact, we like it." That didn't do much to help the cause, but I got a perverse pleasure in falsely confirming the most ludicrous of crackpot (AKA mainstream on the Left) theories on the eeeevilness of Republicans.
I also eat puppies and babies. The fact that I want babies and old people to eat cat food and die in the street doesn't stop me from opposing abortion or euthenasia, however.
If the definition of a Bush supporter is someone who didn't give this guy a time of day, Bush would get 99.9994% of the vote. I'd take that. Actually I wouldn't because it would remove all pressue on Bush to actually govern like a conservative...which is already a problem...