The people that I come into contact with on a daily basis don't do nuance. Most of them don't even vote.
They're uncomfortable with things - Don't like "Bush" one iota (or in layman's terms "fuck that asswipe") and are as apolitical as my pound-puppy "Tillie" who has perfected wagging everything that is not firmly connected by gravitational force to her front legs whenever a human being says the words "ya wanna go?" and shows her a red nylon leash.
Say "ball" or "you wanna eat" and she's the best damn doggie on the planet.
Dogs are fickle. Easily persuaded. Trained, if you want to spend a few days. Sit, Heel, and "Lie Down" are pretty easy.
"Stay" is harder. But "stay" is pretty easy when it comes to voting one's "Party."
"Get the hell out of my face or you will lose some teeth" has come into play here in the underworld of my "undergrads." Then I growl and bare my teeth. Afterwards, I buy them a beer and all is forgiven. And the sun comes up again. Go figure.
Angus isn't registered to vote. Neither is Ted nor is the other Ted. None of them vote. They just want to do a good job, go home, and get a paycheck that doesn't bounce.
"Tammy," in the office does a reasonable job flirting with the customers and inputting enough info for us to decipher what the kids are supposed to be doing next. Luckily she's really big and has an even bigger "old-man" that rides up on a hog and glares at her "co-workers."
Scares me too, and I've bought the man a few brews. Besides - I'm programmed toward slight, tall women. Blondes or Redheads or Brunesttes, I'm firm on that issue. Two legs is almost a must.
My kids are worried about losing their jobs. Some of them even have "kids." The concept of "oursourcing" does not require a brain surgeon's intellectual prowess. "What's gonna happen?"
Happens.
They look up to me. I'm the smart one. I'm the "boss." These fuckers can weld and diagnose problems that affect your day-to-day existance in ways that your water heater or your catalytic convertor never dreamed of. None of them have ever read Homer, nor listened to a lecture painted by a Neo-con or a Marxist.
Should I ask them to vote for Democrat? Should I even bother to ask them to vote at all?
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I'm worried about Edward's haircut, and Hillary's (damn near everything) and Obama's (inexperience that seems plastic to me,) and Richardson's (unelectibility) and there are days that I just want to give the dog a bone, buy the kids a beer, and buy a ticket to parts unknown with counterfeit money because America is at least as fucked up as I was when I skipped studying law and smoked more insane shit than both Cheech and Chong due to a shattered love-affair as opposed what seems to be the rest of the Daily-Kos crew who appear to have skipped out in their stints of "Let's be broke and hungry and figure shit out."
Yay! Vote for a Democrat! Maybe he'll be a Blue-Dog, and not affect my life at all! And I can waste my time registering and voting because I'm a bigger asshole than my boss and his dog put together.