Consider this my due diligence to inform all of my conservative friends (in the hopes that they read DKos of course).
For the next 99 days, we can talk about the Los Angeles Dodgers. We can talk football. We can talk about Mel Gibson, or Lindsay Lohan, or Lance Bass coming out of the closet. We can talk about the Fall television schedule, or Jeopardy!.
We can talk about damn near everything.
But we can't talk about politics. I don't want to hurt our relationship, and this REALLY is not a good time to talk about it.
You see, friends to my right, I am an elections junkie. This means, as you well know, that I have been wearing the D on my sleeve year round.
But the calendar is turning towards the homestretch. And now that we are within a hundred days, I am in full pregame mode.
The symptoms are all there:
1) I have thrown over 300 bucks to ActBlue over the last ten days, even though as a teacher, I won't be seeing a check from August 4th (the last day of Summer School) until October 1st.
2) I am now beginning to yell, with full spittle extension, at the television, the radio, and the newspaper, whenever a right-wing talking head or scribbler makes a point which pisses me off (I am surprised my salivary gland is keeping up, in all candor).
3) I pore over polling results the way a degenerate gambler pores over the Racing Form for a horse track 2000 miles from his home. For the record, I see the poll today that Bill Sali leading Larry Grant 41-25 to be very good news for the Democrats. A Republican in Idaho 1 at 41%?? Damn....
At any rate, guys, I fear for you...and...for us...if the subject turns to politics. Because if you go with any of the stand-bys ("Democrats need more to win than hatred of Bush" "I vote Republican because Democrats are hostile to Christianity" "Democrats want to raise my taxes to pay for people too lazy to work"), I am afraid that I am going to lose it in nothing short of a spectacular fashion.
I doubt there will be actual physical violence, but I can't necessarily rule it out.
More than likely, I will take out my rage on some poor, unassuming inanimate object. I remember when Ari Fleischer said Palm Beach County was a Buchanan stronghold. I broke my damned big toe on a filing cabinet on that day, I'll have you know.
So, hey, all I ask for is 99 days. It'll be good for your health, my Republican buddies. And good for mine. My cardiologist will thank you.
And, hey! If all goes well on November 7th, we can start talking about politics on November 8th.
Unless we don't win the Congress...in that event, you might want to abstain until February....