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

[PostmodernProphet]

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

probably survived the accident too....

[evince]

probably survived the accident too....

and then you shot it and fucked it before you ate it

[PostmodernProphet]

https://upload.democraticunderground.com/100211284271

gosh some one else had a similar experience......

[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.

You are a thousand times the human being that stupid woman is

[evince]

gosh some one else had a similar experience......

people here post at other sites too idiot

[PostmodernProphet]

and then you shot it and fucked it before you ate it

gosh.....li'ruls are such nasty people......if I had found an injured deer wearing a MAGA hat I would have nursed it back to health, then shot and fucked a lib'rul.......

[Getin the ring]

"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.

so she OWNED you and you don't even know it, typical

[Getin the ring]

gosh some one else had a similar experience......

what a piece of work this regansghost is, stolen valor,

don't ever respond to a post of mine again..

shame on you

people here post at other sites too idiot

you really are stupid aren't you

[PostmodernProphet]

desh, do you think we should salute rg?.....

I'm a retired United States Army infantry colonel with three combat tours in Vietnam -

[evince]

gosh.....li'ruls are such nasty people......if I had found an injured deer wearing a MAGA hat I would have nursed it back to health, then shot and fucked a lib'rul.......

but you guys LOVE killing animals and eating them


we all know you have to kill to get some


no one wants your tiny rancid penis

[evince]

dear fucking idiot cons


people are allowed to post at other sites on the internets


prove its not him over there

fuck you very much

[PostmodernProphet]

but you guys LOVE killing animals and eating them


we all know you have to kill to get some

cant I buy it at the grocery store like you do......

[evince]

but you guys LOVE killing animals and eating them


we all know you have to kill to get some


no one wants your tiny rancid penis

you missed the rest of my post asshole

[evince]

gosh.....li'ruls are such nasty people......if I had found an injured deer wearing a MAGA hat I would have nursed it back to health, then shot and fucked a lib'rul.......

crime is in your nature huh

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

"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.

Thank you for that inspirational story.