Tea and Agony

My cousin and I talked for over two hours last night -- mostly about family and remembrances -- we laughed like crazy. 

Right at the beginning of the conversation, she had mentioned how busy she was because of the tea party; I chose to keep mum...didn't want to foul the conversation.  At some point, she said something about how the pope was now allowing gay marriages (she's switched out from catholic to luthern or something), and I said I hadn't heard that, but then again, I have no problem with it myself.  Dun, dun, dun....the jig was up...I had exposed myself as the liberal I am.  Dun, dun!

She took off after that about Obama and his upbringing surrounded by socialists, and sure he was not born in the U.S.  Her phone kept fading out occasionally, and I later told my husband, it sounded like the clicks were reminiscent of movies and TV shows where the phone was being tapped (dun, dun!). 

I tried not to start screaming, and was doing a good job until she uttered these fateful words, "I love Sarah Palin."   Aaaauuugggghhhhhhhh!!!!!  I said that I could not believe she actually said those words out loud.  Holy piss!  Not only that...the woman likes Glenn Beck!  It's a world gone mad.  She asked me if I had voted for Obama, and I said "yes," and then -- between clicks on her phone -- she asked me if I was glad, and I "yes" again because McCain would have had a big hole in the earth by now.  I truly did not want to spoil the night's conversation with a political discussion, so I kept trying to ease it away.  Political zealots and religious zealots are cut from the same cloth, and their focus is so narrow, it's too"Twilight Zone" for me.

I could not believe I was on the phone as long as two hours...I loathe being on the phone that long usually for chit-chat.  She finally stepped off her soap box, and we talked more about family.  She enlightened me that my sweet Uncle Mike was not necessarily so sweet when it came to discipline with her...total shock for me.  After all, I came from the land of "I'll drink your blood," and "You're going to be the first bald-headed kid in the kindergarten," and "If I catch you, I will kill you" mother.  I was stunned.

All in all, it was great talking to her, and I love her still, but who can explain vast differences in blood, right?