Lincoln Davis: THIS is Democratic Underground [View All]

[Tsiyu]

Just another day on the mountain.

We got up a bit late, fed the animals, then I took one son to work (we've got a flat on the second car, but gas costs have eaten up any tire money this week.) My youngest son came along for the ride.

On a whim, I decided to run into a store in a town I passed through on the way home. I needed paint for some artwork I'm doing, and no stores on the mountain have any. This store was no exception. I picked up a few other items we needed and headed for the register.

Then I heard a familiar voice. A resonant, pleasant, powerful voice. I knew immediately who the voice belonged to: my rep, Lincoln Davis.

He was meeting and greeting, telling everyone who he was. Mountain people are pleasant and sociable, so nobody gave him any grief. He stood by the register and shook hands, then reached out for mine, again sharing his identity.

"Oh, I know who you are," I said. And being the good DUer that I am, I told him, "and I'm VERY political and VERY upset." He acknowledged my 12-year-old first, which was nice, and then asked me why I was upset.

First, I metioned Iraq, my son, my son's dead buddies. He asked after my son, and I responded, but then I went into NSA, we need to get out of Iraq, voting irregularities, the selling off of federal lands.

He brought up the DINO's greatest fear, by saying he thought Democrats should not run against the gay or abortion issues but should run on healthcare and Social Security issues.

I said, "No gay person broke up my marriage. There were no gay people involved at all. We must support the Constitution."

He reiterated his comment about Social Security and seemed really nervous that I was challenging him.

Now, my son got the biggest kick out of what I said next.

"Have you heard of Democratic Underground?" He played dumb. So, real slowly, I said "it's w-w-w-dot-democraticunderground-dot-com. Check it out."

He couldn't get out the door fast enough, friends. As he walked out, I said "Take care of us!"

The sales clerk was grinning from ear to ear. "They don't want to hear what we think, do they?" she asked. "They're scared of what we think. They want to come in here and shake hands and say 'vote for me, now' as if that's all they need to do." I was glad to have shown her a person who tells it like it is, and I think she appreciated that someone had the courage to say anything to the man. I told her we considered Davis a DINO and I told her what that meant.

As my son and I walked out to the car, I looked down at my clothes and his and realized that we could not be dressed any scuzzier if we TRIED. I was planning on coming back here to plant some impatiens and coleus and pepper plants (that one of my gay friends bought me yesterday! Ha! Part of the gay agenda: Gardening!!!!! Eeeks!!!!!) and I had to laugh that Davis got a mouthful from one of the Unwashed who definitely looked unwashed today.

"We better start wearing better clothes on the mountain, Mom," my son said, laughing his head off as well.

Hopefully, Davis will find DU and realize that Democrats are watching, and that we aren't happy with DINO's like him.

THIS is DU, Mr. Davis. Join in on the discussions, educate yourself, and start acting like a REAL Democrat rather than a pushover for the right.

Just thought I'd share my morning's adventures. Now I have to go plant those flowers :)

(Oh, how I wish I had remembered Plaid Adder's notion of Democrats coming up with a real draconian Marriage Amendment! I thought as I was driving home. I should have told him that he and other Dems need to draft PA's kind of amendement: stoning adulterers, no divorce EVER. Ah, well, we always know what we should have said after the fact!)

Have a great day, DU :hi: