The following is a true story that happened to me just over a month ago. This is the inspiration for this diary and hopefully will offer a slightly new take on some "lizard"-brain issues I feel Senator Obama needs to address.
After a long day of job searching and watching our 16 month old daughter it was dinner time. My wife and I decided on ordering a supreme pizza as we were both too wiped to cook.
I called up the semi-national pizza chain we had the coupon for and attempted to order their version of a supreme pie.
"Sir there is one problem with that order, I regret to inform you that at this time we are unable to provide pizza topped with diced tomatoes. Would you like to substitute something else?"
I humbly subbed in bell peppers and hung the phone up in ...
(Interjection- This was after news had already broken that it was jalapenos and not tomatoes, but I was way too tired to try and argue this fact with a teenage pizza clerk.)
....I hung the phone in shock and disappointment. WTF? No tomatoes! I could not believe it. What has happened to this county? I can take a lot of things but no diced tomatoes on my pizza, this was an outrage.
(Please start the "Glory, glory hallelujah" song while I climb on my soapbox.)
You can tap my phone, let the oil companies drive our economy into recession and abandon the people of New Orleans, but please do not mess with my pizza.
You can "lead" us into an unwinnable war, ignore the Geneva Convention and poison our children with BPA and lead but do not mess with pizza.
I can take a lot of things but it all stops here. No longer should Americans be forced to tolerate third world pizza conditions.
We need a President who will protect our rights to eat cheap tacos and stuffed crust pizza.
We need a President who protects the Pizza Eaters and not the Pizza Barons.
We do not need another four years of fast food malfeasance.
Please Senator Obama, Protect our Nation's Pizza.