Even funnier!
Ok, Ok, I know that I consider myself a Conservative and I always will, but I can't help laughing at how some "Conservatives" think, I just found this article by accident when I was searching for another article online:
I met some strange people. One man demanded to know my position on whether "the rectum is a sexual organ." As he started angrily quoting the Bible and proclaiming the "abomination" of homosexuality, I quickly moved over to the next street.
Another gentleman cautiously accepted my brochure and asked my party affiliation. Upon hearing my answer, he slowly tore the brochure to pieces. As the shreds fell around my feet, he said: "You Democrats are a despicable affront to the moral virtues of this country."
He slammed the door so hard in my face that one of the screws on the "Welcome To Our Home" sign popped out.
And then there was the fellow with whom I had this conversation:
"Hello, sir, I'm Brad Wyche, I'm running for the State House in our district. Nice to meet you. Can I give you one of my brochures?"
Ignoring my offering, he said, "How do you stand on the flag?"
"I think it should be removed and placed at a prominent place on the State House grounds," I said.
With a reddening face, he said, "You obviously didn't have no ancestors that fought in the war."
"Actually, I did, sir," I said. "My great-great grandfather was a Confederate soldier. We still have the letters he wrote home from the battlefields."
"Well, I had four great-great grandfathers fight in the war, and one of 'em was kilt!"
"I respect your opinion, sir, but it looks like we don't agree."
Stabbing his finger in my face, he said, "I'm gonna talk to the SCV [Sons of Confederate Veterans] and we're gonna' whip you."
Hoping he was referring to an electoral whipping only, I turned away, only to hear one last shot: "Minute I saw you, figured you were a damn liberal!"
I met some strange people. One man demanded to know my position on whether "the rectum is a sexual organ." As he started angrily quoting the Bible and proclaiming the "abomination" of homosexuality, I quickly moved over to the next street.
Another gentleman cautiously accepted my brochure and asked my party affiliation. Upon hearing my answer, he slowly tore the brochure to pieces. As the shreds fell around my feet, he said: "You Democrats are a despicable affront to the moral virtues of this country."
He slammed the door so hard in my face that one of the screws on the "Welcome To Our Home" sign popped out.
And then there was the fellow with whom I had this conversation:
"Hello, sir, I'm Brad Wyche, I'm running for the State House in our district. Nice to meet you. Can I give you one of my brochures?"
Ignoring my offering, he said, "How do you stand on the flag?"
"I think it should be removed and placed at a prominent place on the State House grounds," I said.
With a reddening face, he said, "You obviously didn't have no ancestors that fought in the war."
"Actually, I did, sir," I said. "My great-great grandfather was a Confederate soldier. We still have the letters he wrote home from the battlefields."
"Well, I had four great-great grandfathers fight in the war, and one of 'em was kilt!"
"I respect your opinion, sir, but it looks like we don't agree."
Stabbing his finger in my face, he said, "I'm gonna talk to the SCV [Sons of Confederate Veterans] and we're gonna' whip you."
Hoping he was referring to an electoral whipping only, I turned away, only to hear one last shot: "Minute I saw you, figured you were a damn liberal!"

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