More like a mad-hatter than party reveler, here is my Dad at a recent Tea Party event. I believe this followed my Dad's adventure to a Glenn Beck taping.
Please hold on while I throw up in my mouth a little.
Ok, I am back. Three words: Oh. Dear. God.
I let him out of my sight for a little over a month now, and this is what he does? He is choosing bad friends and is now part of some radical fringe group intent on anarchy, rewarding the old and apparently making our cars honk (if you believe their signs).
I don't buy it and neither does my Dad. Look how he gingerly, nay, almost daintily he holds that "more jobs - less gov" protest sign. (let's let him off the hook on the whole the government is the second biggest employer, so making less gov, you'd have less jobs bit for now). That's not his handwriting. If he were to make a protest sign, I am pretty sure it would say something derogatory about me. His grip is one of a place holder. I be he is standing in for someone on a potty break (they are old folks and bladders get weak, heck I bet half of them are in Depends as it is...).
Putting politics aside, because I find the pandering right so very obnoxious, my Dad cracks me up. I am sure he'll be fired up with a whole bunch of new talking points that he'll seem to glom onto and believe them to his very core, until you point out he doesn't actually believe any of it. He is just an adrenalin junkie that loves to express an opinion.
It's kind of like the cannon's my Dad always envied on other boats. Cannons love to shoot, doesn't matter what: cannon balls, toilet paper, silverware, they just love to go off. My Dad is a cannon and a darn entertaining one at that. Thanks for the giggle Dad.
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There were 16 thousand that payed to see O'Rieley and Beck vs 3 Thousand to see the President for free.
Lot's of Vets at the Tea Baggers ad hoc protest. Told them I was starting a Prius owners for the Baggers chapter! Welcomed us with open arms.