"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!" - great story, and so typical today

[reagansghost]

"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!"

Today I had an encounter with a Republican that . . that . . . well, that left me shaking. It's a long story. Here goes.

I live in a red, rural Virginia county. Last week, a deer struck my old Ford Explorer; took it to the local body shop for an estimate. My insurance company approved the work, so, today, I took the SUV to the shop to leave it for the work to be done.

When I arrived at the body shop, there was a lady in the office talking with the owner. I stood inside the door, waiting my turn.

According to what she told him, she had been all over Virginia getting out the vote for Republicans. She was raving about Democrats . . . the usual horseshit.

Last week yard signs started appearing along the roadsides in our county -- pairs of signs that read:
"Resist Socialism; Vote Republican"
"Results not Resistance; Vote Republican"

A pair of these signs was sitting in the body shop office.

She turned and handed me a Republican pamphlet. I quietly refused. Then she fired both barrels at me:

"You must be a Democrat!!"

"Yes, ma'm, I am. Lifelong."

"And you are taking advantage of everything Trump has done but you won't support him."

"Everything Trump has done? And what would that be?"

"Why, this great economy!!!"

"This great economy started in late 2009!!"

She turned to the body shop guy and shouted: "See!!! An angry Democrat!! That's all they are -- angry."

To which I responded: "Ma'm, I am not angry. Not even a little bit. But I am tired. I am tired to the bone. You see, I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -- as a platoon leader, a company commander, and as a Special Forces A Team commander. I was wounded four times. Of my 30 years in the Army, I spent 8 months in hospitals recovering from wounds and today, at age 74, I cannot lift my left arm above my shoulder. And yet you Republicans call me 'socialist, communist, Marxist.' Because I am a Democrat, you tell me I hate this country."

By this time, she had turned her back to me. I continued:

"Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a communist who hates this country. Look at this scar on the side of my head -- the side of my head where half the ear is missing . . . that's where a North Vietnamese soldier hit me with a machete, trying to kill me. Look at this scar and tell me I hate this country!!"

She continued to look away.

I quietly handed to the body shop guy the key to my Explorer, told him to call me when it's finished.

As I was leaving, I said to her -- with her back still turned: "And, ma'm, you have a nice day."

As God is my witness, I hate these sonsofbitches.

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[canceled.2021.2]

"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!"

Today I had an encounter with a Republican that . . that . . . well, that left me shaking. It's a long story. Here goes.

I live in a red, rural Virginia county. Last week, a deer struck my old Ford Explorer; took it to the local body shop for an estimate. My insurance company approved the work, so, today, I took the SUV to the shop to leave it for the work to be done.

When I arrived at the body shop, there was a lady in the office talking with the owner. I stood inside the door, waiting my turn.

According to what she told him, she had been all over Virginia getting out the vote for Republicans. She was raving about Democrats . . . the usual horseshit.

Last week yard signs started appearing along the roadsides in our county -- pairs of signs that read:
"Resist Socialism; Vote Republican"
"Results not Resistance; Vote Republican"

A pair of these signs was sitting in the body shop office.

She turned and handed me a Republican pamphlet. I quietly refused. Then she fired both barrels at me:

"You must be a Democrat!!"

"Yes, ma'm, I am. Lifelong."

"And you are taking advantage of everything Trump has done but you won't support him."

"Everything Trump has done? And what would that be?"

"Why, this great economy!!!"

"This great economy started in late 2009!!"

She turned to the body shop guy and shouted: "See!!! An angry Democrat!! That's all they are -- angry."

To which I responded: "Ma'm, I am not angry. Not even a little bit. But I am tired. I am tired to the bone. You see, I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -- as a platoon leader, a company commander, and as a Special Forces A Team commander. I was wounded four times. Of my 30 years in the Army, I spent 8 months in hospitals recovering from wounds and today, at age 74, I cannot lift my left arm above my shoulder. And yet you Republicans call me 'socialist, communist, Marxist.' Because I am a Democrat, you tell me I hate this country."

By this time, she had turned her back to me. I continued:

"Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a communist who hates this country. Look at this scar on the side of my head -- the side of my head where half the ear is missing . . . that's where a North Vietnamese soldier hit me with a machete, trying to kill me. Look at this scar and tell me I hate this country!!"

She continued to look away.

I quietly handed to the body shop guy the key to my Explorer, told him to call me when it's finished.

As I was leaving, I said to her -- with her back still turned: "And, ma'm, you have a nice day."

As God is my witness, I hate these sonsofbitches.

I don’t believe you

[Guno צְבִי]

I don’t believe you

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and you served when christerrroach

[PostmodernProphet]

"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!"

Today I had an encounter with a Republican that . . that . . . well, that left me shaking. It's a long story. Here goes.

I live in a red, rural Virginia county. Last week, a deer struck my old Ford Explorer; took it to the local body shop for an estimate. My insurance company approved the work, so, today, I took the SUV to the shop to leave it for the work to be done.

When I arrived at the body shop, there was a lady in the office talking with the owner. I stood inside the door, waiting my turn.

According to what she told him, she had been all over Virginia getting out the vote for Republicans. She was raving about Democrats . . . the usual horseshit.

Last week yard signs started appearing along the roadsides in our county -- pairs of signs that read:
"Resist Socialism; Vote Republican"
"Results not Resistance; Vote Republican"

A pair of these signs was sitting in the body shop office.

She turned and handed me a Republican pamphlet. I quietly refused. Then she fired both barrels at me:

"You must be a Democrat!!"

"Yes, ma'm, I am. Lifelong."

"And you are taking advantage of everything Trump has done but you won't support him."

"Everything Trump has done? And what would that be?"

"Why, this great economy!!!"

"This great economy started in late 2009!!"

She turned to the body shop guy and shouted: "See!!! An angry Democrat!! That's all they are -- angry."

To which I responded: "Ma'm, I am not angry. Not even a little bit. But I am tired. I am tired to the bone. You see, I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -- as a platoon leader, a company commander, and as a Special Forces A Team commander. I was wounded four times. Of my 30 years in the Army, I spent 8 months in hospitals recovering from wounds and today, at age 74, I cannot lift my left arm above my shoulder. And yet you Republicans call me 'socialist, communist, Marxist.' Because I am a Democrat, you tell me I hate this country."

By this time, she had turned her back to me. I continued:

"Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a communist who hates this country. Look at this scar on the side of my head -- the side of my head where half the ear is missing . . . that's where a North Vietnamese soldier hit me with a machete, trying to kill me. Look at this scar and tell me I hate this country!!"

She continued to look away.

I quietly handed to the body shop guy the key to my Explorer, told him to call me when it's finished.

As I was leaving, I said to her -- with her back still turned: "And, ma'm, you have a nice day."

As God is my witness, I hate these sonsofbitches.

makes me proud the deer jumped out and attacked him........

[reagansghost]

makes me proud the deer jumped out and attacked him........

the deer was wearing a MAGA hat, sign of the times

[evince]

"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!"

Today I had an encounter with a Republican that . . that . . . well, that left me shaking. It's a long story. Here goes.

I live in a red, rural Virginia county. Last week, a deer struck my old Ford Explorer; took it to the local body shop for an estimate. My insurance company approved the work, so, today, I took the SUV to the shop to leave it for the work to be done.

When I arrived at the body shop, there was a lady in the office talking with the owner. I stood inside the door, waiting my turn.

According to what she told him, she had been all over Virginia getting out the vote for Republicans. She was raving about Democrats . . . the usual horseshit.

Last week yard signs started appearing along the roadsides in our county -- pairs of signs that read:
"Resist Socialism; Vote Republican"
"Results not Resistance; Vote Republican"

A pair of these signs was sitting in the body shop office.

She turned and handed me a Republican pamphlet. I quietly refused. Then she fired both barrels at me:

"You must be a Democrat!!"

"Yes, ma'm, I am. Lifelong."

"And you are taking advantage of everything Trump has done but you won't support him."

"Everything Trump has done? And what would that be?"

"Why, this great economy!!!"

"This great economy started in late 2009!!"

She turned to the body shop guy and shouted: "See!!! An angry Democrat!! That's all they are -- angry."

To which I responded: "Ma'm, I am not angry. Not even a little bit. But I am tired. I am tired to the bone. You see, I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -- as a platoon leader, a company commander, and as a Special Forces A Team commander. I was wounded four times. Of my 30 years in the Army, I spent 8 months in hospitals recovering from wounds and today, at age 74, I cannot lift my left arm above my shoulder. And yet you Republicans call me 'socialist, communist, Marxist.' Because I am a Democrat, you tell me I hate this country."

By this time, she had turned her back to me. I continued:

"Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a communist who hates this country. Look at this scar on the side of my head -- the side of my head where half the ear is missing . . . that's where a North Vietnamese soldier hit me with a machete, trying to kill me. Look at this scar and tell me I hate this country!!"

She continued to look away.

I quietly handed to the body shop guy the key to my Explorer, told him to call me when it's finished.

As I was leaving, I said to her -- with her back still turned: "And, ma'm, you have a nice day."

As God is my witness, I hate these sonsofbitches.

they are brainwashed by Fox news


The republican party owners have been planning this for a long time


they hate democracy and want the American people desperate and compliant to the wealthy

[kudzu]

"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!"

Today I had an encounter with a Republican that . . that . . . well, that left me shaking. It's a long story. Here goes.

I live in a red, rural Virginia county. Last week, a deer struck my old Ford Explorer; took it to the local body shop for an estimate. My insurance company approved the work, so, today, I took the SUV to the shop to leave it for the work to be done.

When I arrived at the body shop, there was a lady in the office talking with the owner. I stood inside the door, waiting my turn.

According to what she told him, she had been all over Virginia getting out the vote for Republicans. She was raving about Democrats . . . the usual horseshit.

Last week yard signs started appearing along the roadsides in our county -- pairs of signs that read:
"Resist Socialism; Vote Republican"
"Results not Resistance; Vote Republican"

A pair of these signs was sitting in the body shop office.

She turned and handed me a Republican pamphlet. I quietly refused. Then she fired both barrels at me:

"You must be a Democrat!!"

"Yes, ma'm, I am. Lifelong."

"And you are taking advantage of everything Trump has done but you won't support him."

"Everything Trump has done? And what would that be?"

"Why, this great economy!!!"

"This great economy started in late 2009!!"

She turned to the body shop guy and shouted: "See!!! An angry Democrat!! That's all they are -- angry."

To which I responded: "Ma'm, I am not angry. Not even a little bit. But I am tired. I am tired to the bone. You see, I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -- as a platoon leader, a company commander, and as a Special Forces A Team commander. I was wounded four times. Of my 30 years in the Army, I spent 8 months in hospitals recovering from wounds and today, at age 74, I cannot lift my left arm above my shoulder. And yet you Republicans call me 'socialist, communist, Marxist.' Because I am a Democrat, you tell me I hate this country."

By this time, she had turned her back to me. I continued:

"Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a communist who hates this country. Look at this scar on the side of my head -- the side of my head where half the ear is missing . . . that's where a North Vietnamese soldier hit me with a machete, trying to kill me. Look at this scar and tell me I hate this country!!"

She continued to look away.

I quietly handed to the body shop guy the key to my Explorer, told him to call me when it's finished.

As I was leaving, I said to her -- with her back still turned: "And, ma'm, you have a nice day."

As God is my witness, I hate these sonsofbitches.

She sounds hopelessly stupid... Let it go.

[Wolverine]

they are brainwashed by Fox news


The republican party owners have been planning this for a long time


they hate democracy and want the American people desperate and compliant to the wealthy

We are not a democracy witch

[evince]

"Look at me!! Look me in the eye!!"

Today I had an encounter with a Republican that . . that . . . well, that left me shaking. It's a long story. Here goes.

I live in a red, rural Virginia county. Last week, a deer struck my old Ford Explorer; took it to the local body shop for an estimate. My insurance company approved the work, so, today, I took the SUV to the shop to leave it for the work to be done.

When I arrived at the body shop, there was a lady in the office talking with the owner. I stood inside the door, waiting my turn.

According to what she told him, she had been all over Virginia getting out the vote for Republicans. She was raving about Democrats . . . the usual horseshit.

Last week yard signs started appearing along the roadsides in our county -- pairs of signs that read:
"Resist Socialism; Vote Republican"
"Results not Resistance; Vote Republican"

A pair of these signs was sitting in the body shop office.

She turned and handed me a Republican pamphlet. I quietly refused. Then she fired both barrels at me:

"You must be a Democrat!!"

"Yes, ma'm, I am. Lifelong."

"And you are taking advantage of everything Trump has done but you won't support him."

"Everything Trump has done? And what would that be?"

"Why, this great economy!!!"

"This great economy started in late 2009!!"

She turned to the body shop guy and shouted: "See!!! An angry Democrat!! That's all they are -- angry."

To which I responded: "Ma'm, I am not angry. Not even a little bit. But I am tired. I am tired to the bone. You see, I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -- as a platoon leader, a company commander, and as a Special Forces A Team commander. I was wounded four times. Of my 30 years in the Army, I spent 8 months in hospitals recovering from wounds and today, at age 74, I cannot lift my left arm above my shoulder. And yet you Republicans call me 'socialist, communist, Marxist.' Because I am a Democrat, you tell me I hate this country."

By this time, she had turned her back to me. I continued:

"Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a communist who hates this country. Look at this scar on the side of my head -- the side of my head where half the ear is missing . . . that's where a North Vietnamese soldier hit me with a machete, trying to kill me. Look at this scar and tell me I hate this country!!"

She continued to look away.

I quietly handed to the body shop guy the key to my Explorer, told him to call me when it's finished.

As I was leaving, I said to her -- with her back still turned: "And, ma'm, you have a nice day."

As God is my witness, I hate these sonsofbitches.

I have resisted hating them for years

I gave that up a couple of years ago


they need to be hated


thank you for all you have done for this nation


You Da man

[canceled.2021.2]

?
and you served when christerrroach

None of your business

I still don’t believe him

[evince]

We are not a democracy witch

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/democracy



Definition of democracy
1
a
: government by the people
especially : rule of the majority
b
: a government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly or indirectly through a system of representation usually involving periodically held free elections

[evince]

None of your business

I still don’t believe him

you don't believe anything

you merely repeat talking points

[canceled.2021.2]

you don't believe anything

you merely repeat talking points

Irony is always ironic

[evince]

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/democracy



Definition of democracy
1
a
: government by the people
especially : rule of the majority
b
: a government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly or indirectly through a system of representation usually involving periodically held free elections

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