Here I am, coming to you from The Mile-High City, bringing you my take on politics in the midst of this exciting political atmosphere!
Actually, I have no “take.” And that’s unfortunate, because I feel like this is the first time in my life that I can hold discussions with adults about politics. But it’s not that I “can” hold them. I “may” hold them. And that’s the problem.
I don’t really know what I’m talking about when it comes to politics. To be honest, I just questioned whether or not I should capitalize “politics.” That’s where I’m coming from here.
However, despite my overall ignorance of Politics, I do know that I like Obama. A lot. But I worry that it might be for the same reason I would wear a Yankees hat proudly… because I think it’s cute.
I don’t mean to infer that I think Obama is cute. I do, but that’s not all I like about him. I don’t need to go into why else I like him (mostly because I couldn’t even if I wanted to), but everyone knows why everyone likes Obama.
His name reminds people of the Bahamas.
So clearly, I have no business discussing or debating politics. But I’ve been doing it a lot. I got into a heated debate the other night in Raleigh, NC after a show. It was with a gentleman who, oddly enough, was once the winner of a Yankees Fans reality show. I forget the name of it and would look it up for you, but I don’t care enough about this fellow to do that.
After the show, this man and I struck up a conversation about Obama. I mentioned his speech made me cry. He scoffed at me. I continued to explain that although it’s not the ONLY reason to pick your president, I think it’s extremely important for our leader to be a strong speaker.
He disagreed and the debate got even heated-er.
I condescendingly explained to him what “conjugating a verb” meant and he snapped. He moved towards me and attempted a lame swat at my arm, exclaiming “I’VE BEEN ON NATIONAL TV! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”
My friend stepped in and I escorted him downstairs before he caught a lame punch in the face. We took refuge in the bar while the national television star was kicked out.
The guy was drunk. One could argue I wasn’t sober, but that’s not the point. The point is that I should have kept my mouth shut. Sometimes I feel invincible as a girl. I’m aware that a guy could very well punch me in the face, but then I’d win. He’s the bully that punched a girl who he just paid $18 to see.
He reminded me of the man Sen. Fred Thompson described in a speech earlier this week: “In high school and the Naval Academy, he earned a reputation as a troublemaker, but as John points out, he wasn’t just a troublemaker. He was the leader of the troublemakers.”
Aka: Bully.
I look forward to four more years of swirlies!
Nikki Glaser is a stand-up comedian living in Los Angeles. Go to www.myspace.com/nikkiglaser for info.
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