Only in Seattle …

Only in Seattle, technically it was Issaquah, can you go shopping for a couch and have a New York transplant chase you out over politics. A discussion brought up, and continued by him to our surprise and discomfort. Actually less a discussion then a haphazard mixture of all the leftist bromides that I have endured a thousand times over.

His insistence that he was a political animal seemed strange, for his claim to political animalism seemed to be related to his aunt. Which he brought up by asking, if I knew who Bella Abzug was? My concise, short reply was that she was a communist. This seemed to send him over the edge, both by my knowing who she was and her political background, although I must admit it is rather limited. He laughed uneasily and insisted that she was not a communist, but a liberal progressive; come on as if there really is a difference.

Then he went on a rant about all the problems facing this country are due to fat, white men. Later on he seemed to qualify it with it being republican, fat, white men. I guess he was trying to provoke me, but I have been Libertarian for over 30 years, it goes along with being an engineer, so it didn’t get a rise.

Unfortunately, my wife wanted to leave, so I didn’t get to inquire about his culpability in being a greedy white male. Although, I have a feeling he would when pressed or personally confronted with his white maleness would pull the same defense as that famous leftist lawyer, who I believe was caught drunk driving in San Francisco many years ago, unfortunately, I can’t remember his name. As to the specifics of the defense, I will leave it be for the moment as that would open a whole can of worms if explicitly stated. Hint – he had an out by claiming he was really not a white male. In other words use his appearance of white maleness to claim the culpability of the sins of the white man – Kunstler, maybe?  See you are white, I appear white let us admit our culpability to all the sins of the world and have you make amends.

Ah, it might be Kunstler of whom I speak, don’t know for sure. I guess if he was some DUIing, commie lawyer with the appearance of white maleness, yet who can somehow ditch it if confronted, then it is of whom I speak.

I guess just another day in the great northwest.

By and by the couch was nice, but I think I will bypass this clown and his store when procuring our couch.