SLD
Contributor
So awhile back, I got invited to a dinner at a fancy country club by an in law and accepted the invitation. This was some historical club he wanted me to join. I figured it would be populated by neocons politically, but the topic wouldn’t stray into politics. Was I wrong.
It started innocuously enough with a comment from a woman lamenting that her daughter didn’t get accepted to her first choice in college. At that remark, an older gentleman, in his 70’s and from rural Mississippi interjected, “That’s because she’s white! If she had been Asian or black, she would easily have been accepted. We white people need to stick together, or we are going to lose all of our rights!”
From that point on it degenerated into a long diatribe mostly by the older white guy about Trump. He apparently drove a bus as a volunteer for the campaign. He said he drove a bus from Alaska to Idaho and spent the time talking to housewives and reporting what he heard back up to the Trump team. I wanted to comment that I would like to know what routes he took, because the only way up there on a road is mostly through Canadian wilderness, but he was on a roll, so why bother stopping him.
According to him, before Trump came on the scene, the country was in really bad shape. The housewives (never seemed to talk to working women!) complained about their husbands losing jobs because all of the factories moving overseas. This was all Obama’s doing of course.
The story then turned into a rally he dragged a friend into for Trump. This was in October of 2015, three years ago. He started talking about how the rally got interrupted by a Black Lives Matter protester (according to him). He was sure that the guy was paid for by George Soros. How else could he afford to go to the rallies! And he had been arrested 23 previous times at other rallies. How he knew this, he did not elaborate on. He had brought a friend who was sitting with us, and they regaled us with stories of him charging at the protester, but by the time he got there some old lady was kicking the protester and she was really wailing on him! It was so funny. The table was laughing at this BLM protester getting his ass kicked by a little old lady.
The conversation somehow then turned into others on the left and the lady who made the original remark commented about the incivility of the protesters against the Kavanaugh confirmation. “The left is so uncivil. I didn’t protest when Elena Kagan was nominated to the Supreme Court! Can you imagine what the media would do if conservatives had done that!” The cognitive dissonance was really too much, and I gripped my fork tightly telling myself over and over that I was just a guest here. Keep my mouth shut.
The next topic was Bill Clinton, which one in our table assured us he personally knew from his time as an attorney in Arkansas (at least plausible). Clinton apparently was personally involved with the CIA in shipping massive quantities of Cocaine to blacks in the urban areas to keep them voting for Democrats. At this the table started nodding in agreement. Of course he was a total womanizer sleaze ball.
I tried my best to smile, but I must have looked pained. Finally, another dinner guest from a different table said he was heading to the bar for another drink and invited some of us to join him so I politely excused myself and enjoyed a nice glass of wine to calm my nerves and talk about everything but politics.
I don’t think I’m going to join the club.
SLD
It started innocuously enough with a comment from a woman lamenting that her daughter didn’t get accepted to her first choice in college. At that remark, an older gentleman, in his 70’s and from rural Mississippi interjected, “That’s because she’s white! If she had been Asian or black, she would easily have been accepted. We white people need to stick together, or we are going to lose all of our rights!”
From that point on it degenerated into a long diatribe mostly by the older white guy about Trump. He apparently drove a bus as a volunteer for the campaign. He said he drove a bus from Alaska to Idaho and spent the time talking to housewives and reporting what he heard back up to the Trump team. I wanted to comment that I would like to know what routes he took, because the only way up there on a road is mostly through Canadian wilderness, but he was on a roll, so why bother stopping him.
According to him, before Trump came on the scene, the country was in really bad shape. The housewives (never seemed to talk to working women!) complained about their husbands losing jobs because all of the factories moving overseas. This was all Obama’s doing of course.
The story then turned into a rally he dragged a friend into for Trump. This was in October of 2015, three years ago. He started talking about how the rally got interrupted by a Black Lives Matter protester (according to him). He was sure that the guy was paid for by George Soros. How else could he afford to go to the rallies! And he had been arrested 23 previous times at other rallies. How he knew this, he did not elaborate on. He had brought a friend who was sitting with us, and they regaled us with stories of him charging at the protester, but by the time he got there some old lady was kicking the protester and she was really wailing on him! It was so funny. The table was laughing at this BLM protester getting his ass kicked by a little old lady.
The conversation somehow then turned into others on the left and the lady who made the original remark commented about the incivility of the protesters against the Kavanaugh confirmation. “The left is so uncivil. I didn’t protest when Elena Kagan was nominated to the Supreme Court! Can you imagine what the media would do if conservatives had done that!” The cognitive dissonance was really too much, and I gripped my fork tightly telling myself over and over that I was just a guest here. Keep my mouth shut.
The next topic was Bill Clinton, which one in our table assured us he personally knew from his time as an attorney in Arkansas (at least plausible). Clinton apparently was personally involved with the CIA in shipping massive quantities of Cocaine to blacks in the urban areas to keep them voting for Democrats. At this the table started nodding in agreement. Of course he was a total womanizer sleaze ball.
I tried my best to smile, but I must have looked pained. Finally, another dinner guest from a different table said he was heading to the bar for another drink and invited some of us to join him so I politely excused myself and enjoyed a nice glass of wine to calm my nerves and talk about everything but politics.
I don’t think I’m going to join the club.
SLD
