Lunch With a Liberal
Buzzy Brings the Bacon and Eggs
Good Morning, Breakfastpoppera. Today is Monday, August 8, 2016. Our busy friend, Buzzy the Proverbial Fly on the Wall, is at the table this morning. I had lunch with two liberals this week-end and Buzzy attended to listen to their take on the experience. Mine left me in desperate need of aspirin and a tranquilizer. Buzzy and I would be delighted if you would join us for breakfast this morning. Buzzy is serving bacon, eggs and croissants. I will be serving Bloody Marys. We hope to see you soon.
Lunch and a Headache
Thanks so much for joining me this morning. Pop had an interesting experience this week-end that I was privy too. With her permission, I would love to tell you about it. It started out as lunch with people she and her husband had not seen is 50 years. That, in itself, is not always a good thing, but they went anyway. They met this other couple and sat down to order lunch, trying desperately to get over the shock of seeing two almost unrecognizable people from the past. Depression set in, followed by disbelief and then things calmed down. So they looked like hell, so what! Lunch had to go on and it was only fitting to get the small talk out of the way. It didn't take that long because the other couple was so fascinated by their own story that the conversation zipped along. They were not in the least interested in anything about Pop and her husband's life. To summarize the conversation, he is divorced. She is a widow. He doesn't know how to use a computer. She will teach him. They knew each other back when, and she reached out to him. They met and knew that they were in love! Ah, life is grand, and somewhat bizarre, but who am I to judge? Back to basics. He is lazy. She is one of those people who patrols her neighborhood at night. Pop couldn't help but think about George Zimmerman, but that was not fair I suppose. He likes to gamble. She loves Hillary Clinton! Time stood still and Pop and her husband choked on their soup.
Time Stood Still
Pop had an internal discussion with herself trying to suppress her desire to ask her a boatload of questions. She breathed deeply, and sat somewhat impassively while her lunch mate explained that she was a precinct captain for Hillary at the Nevada caucus. Pop popped a pill. She popped another one when a" Hillary for President" button was flashed in her face. Thing's definitely took on a more surreal feel when a group of men were seated near-by in the restaurant. They were members of the Monmouth County Democrats, and they were enraptured listening to Senator Sweeney from New Jersey opine about immigration, schools and money problems. POP was feeling a bit claustrophobic and exhilarated at the same time. She wanted to ask questions and her reserve and self control were weakening. Her husband applied some pressure to her leg, but I knew only masking tape over her mouth would do the trick. He didn't have any and off she went!
Strike Up the Band
It began with a simple question. Pop asked, "do you mind if I ask you what you like about Hillary?" She replied, "everything." Pop asked her to be more specific. Hillary's supporter said she liked Cllnton because she was a strong woman. Pop countered by asking her for any evidence that Clinton was strong. After all, there is a difference between being strong and being mean. Clinton's champion was shocked. Pop asked her why a strong woman would allow herself to be humiliated by her husband in front of the nation and the world, and remain married to him. Her lunch mate's mouth hung open and her salmon cake fell out. It wasn't pretty, that I can tell you. Pop asked her if she was bothered by Hillary's lying. Clinton's adorer said she wasn't bothered by any of it because she didn't believe a word of it. Clinton didn't lie about Benghazi, she didn't lie about her emails, she didn't lie, she didn't lie, she never lied. She asked Pop why she thought that Hillary lied. Pop told her that it has been proven that Hillary lied. It is out there in the public record. And herein lies the reason people will still vote for Crooked Hilary. Her supporters don't believe a word of anything being said about her. They say there is no proof about her doing anything wrong at all. They don't believe in facts. They don't believe in sworn testimony. They do believe that the Republicans are to blame for everything. They know it in their hearts, so please stop wasting time producing evidence of Hillary's crimes. Life must be very simple for her supporters. They don't have to think. They don't have to worry about right from wrong. They just have to wave their signs and pin their buttons all over their bodies. Pop and her husband paid the bill, because liberals love free stuff. They parted ways, and I followed the Hillary people home in their car. I didn't stay long because I took exception to hearing my friend Pop and her husband being called names that made me blush. My conclusion is twofold. One you can't go home again, and two lunch with a liberal isn't good for your health.
Fly them to the moon
And let them live among the stars
If not the moon,
Then send them to Mars....
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