Shoulda, coulda, woulda . . . I just passed Ken Blackwell in a Whole Foods parking lot in Cincinnati. Not surprising to me was the fact that my jaw dropped to the ground as I stared into the face of a man I consider to be evil.
What was surprising, thought I, was that J. Kenneth Blackwell might buy organic. Could that mean he is concerned about things like pesticides and hormones, at least when it comes to himself? Furthermore, is Whole Foods really the kind of place for a good fundamentalist/Right Wing/Neo-Con to be seen?
Later came the shoulda/coulda's Could have asked him why, just last week, he told a congressional committee that he's simply too busy to go to D.C. to answer questions on the '04 election. He didn't look busy . . . sipping away at his organic drink at 2:30 on a Tuesday afternoon in an affluent part of the city.
Or maybe I should have asked if he still thinks I am headed for Hell and Damnation, like I so often heard him say in '06, and I quote Mr. B, "We all KNOW that the ONLY way to Salvation is through Jesus Christ, our Savior.
Instead, I watched this multi-millionaire hypocrite climb into his fancy white car, picked up my jaw and entered Whole Foods.
All the things I didn't say are haunting me now. Maybe next time, I'll be more prepared.