When Obama Supporters Attack

All I wanted in the world today was to go to my beloved Starbucks to write. I never expected a dozen rabid Obama supporters to be gathered in my favorite corner. I'm cool with them getting together. I just can't believe how rude, loud, and clueless this group of people can be.

Loud? I have a head set on and they're drowing out Nickelback.

Obnoxious? I just heard myself identified as a hateful racist. Which is interesting. They didn't even say "hi" first, or apologize for knocking my stuff over.

Clueless? They seem to think they know the demographic of my town (which, judging by the loud introductions, is pretty much their town, too). They don't. I'm a 43 year townie.

Rude? They have done nothing but malign and make fun of the people they are meeting to discuss: undecided voters. Stupid people who can be tricked and manipulated according to their strategy... at least those I've been forced at mouth-point to overhear. I've maxed out the volume control on my ZUNE.

I can't wait to put up the McCain sign en route. And I'm pissed that Starbucks didn't ask them to quiet down and show a little respect for others.

Severe Diva Detox

NoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOooohhhhhhhh! No!
NO! Whimper, choke, sob, nooooooo!

Romance Divas is down!

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*twitch* %spasm% ~shudder~