Last night I was at my computer furiously taking my frustrations and anger with everything GOP out on my poor keyboard when the doorbell rang. And I must confess I was very irritated. How dare someone come and interrupt my fury by ringing the doorbell and trying to sell me something! But despite my annoyance with the blatant intrusion into my little world of seething rage, I begrudgingly got up from the computer, put on a lame smile, and answered the door.
On the other side of the locked screen door stood 2 young people that I mentally sized up as young fresh faced college kids probably around the same age as my kids, a 20-ish young man and a young woman most likely around the same age. Within seconds I knew why they were there.
They identified themselves, asked me if we had put in our requests for a mail-in ballot, and indicated that they were making rounds in my neighborhood on behalf of Harry Mitchell, the Democratic candidate running against Representative J.D. Hayworth. Now J. D. Hayworth is NOT one of my favorite people. In fact I have to fight going into a convulsive, foam-at-the-mouth rage at the mere mention of his name. So needless to say, my attitude towards these
intruders wonderful kids changed instantaneously. They were on my side! They were friends! They were heroes! But for some odd and totally unexplained reason they suddenly became the lance that opened a festering boil.
I am writing about this little encounter because I feel really bad today. I don’t know what got into me, but something made me want to open up and let it all out. And ooooh boy, did I open up. It was like I became possessed. I started firing at them with a speed that would have made a semi-automatic weapon look wimpy. And my emotions – OMG! One second I’m telling them how happy I am that they are doing what they are doing and the next second I am describing the sheer loathing disgust I have for this Republican Party. In the span of a minute and a half, they knew more information about me and my emotions than they ever wanted to. I even slipped in the fact that I have a gay son.
Those poor kids. All they were trying to do was remind people to vote (hopefully for Harry Mitchell) and then move on to the next house. I can only imagine what they were thinking when they were walking away from my door. I am sure they thought I was a raging lunatic.
If only I could get them back tonight, I would apologize. And then I would assure them that I really am not “the crazy lady that lives in the gold house”, but rather a Seething Mom who loves her children more than anything else in the world and wants only the best for them. And right now the cancer that has become this GOP is not what’s best for anybody.