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Subtly Terrifying January 27, 2009

Posted by A. Robinson in Bus Songs.
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I rode the bus home on Friday; as I surveyed the bus looking for my seat, I realized that the bus was primed for crazy-talk.  There were groups of oddballs congregated at different spots.  I happened to catch a whiff of a politically geared conversation up towards the front.  Sounded like it could turn violent at any moment, so I plopped myself down within hearing range, but far enough away to avoid any flying debris.

The couple participating in the discussion were probably in their 50s.  I couldn’t see much of the gentleman; he was staring pretty intently at his old school clamshell cell phone, texting slower than anyone I’ve ever seen in my whole life.  He had a large red beard–which I assumed would be fairly unkempt if I was looking at him face to face–and a baseball cap.  His companion was in her 50s.  She was of average build and height, and her greying hair was cut in a bob.  Her mustachioed, oval face was slightly oddly shaped, probably because she seemed to be missing many of her top teeth.

About 15 minutes into the trip, as I’d hoped ,the conversation exploded.  All of a sudden, the woman begins to raise her voice. 

Lady:  “That’s irrational.  That is just totally and completely irrational!” 

She’s using big words, which is a plus.  She’s also yelling at the top of her lungs, which negates any SAT points she might have earned. 

Lady:  (continues)  “Obama did not take a pay cut because he’s black!  It has nothing to do with the color of his skin!  Hell, lots of people voted for him, too.  My whole family voted for him; we didn’t care that he was black.  He’s not getting paid less because he’s black, for God’s sake!”

It’s important to pause for a second and point out that this woman was arguing on the premise that Obama did, in fact, take a cut to his salary.  Now, to the best of my research, it’s my understanding that Obama put a freeze on raises for his White House aids.  The articles I’ve read haven’t said anything about the freeze or a deduction being applied to his own paycheck.  Not criticizing–heck, if I’d just been sworn in as the President of the United States, I wouldn’t assign myself a pay reduction, either.  Oh, but she couldn’t just leave it there.  

Lady:  “Besides, he’ll be dead in six months anyway.”  

And with that, she turns around, folds her arms, and starts pouting.  I, on the other hand, am sitting in my seat, staring, unabashedly slack-jawed.  She didn’t qualify that with “I hope that’s not true” or “God forbid.”  Her matter-of-fact delivery sent a chill up my spine.  

Look, it’s no secret that I didn’t vote for the man.  As a matter of fact, this election had me between a rock and a hard place.  I didn’t like either candidate (oh, Hillary!), to be honest.  However, even though I didn’t choose Obama myself, that doesn’t make him any less my President.  I do believe that he is–and will–do the best job for the nation that he can.  His election is historical, I admit.  I mean, I wish that race had not been a factor in the election for the sole reason that ignoring his genetic make-up would have been the real indicator that America is truly post-racial.  However, his presence in the White House is a huge step towards reaching that goal.  For him to be killed in office…no sane person wants to see that. 

So here’s sending a prayer up for you, President Obama.  May you have a safe and healthy 4 years in office.  


P.S:  This conversation is the most accurate I’ve ever recounted; I definitely recorded it verbatim onto my iPod Touch.  It’s a brilliant deception, really.  “Oh, you think I’m listening to music?  Haha, I’m actually blogging about you!  Take that!”  Tee hee.


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