Yes, “Real America®” full of “Real Americans™.” My blood boils when I hear anyone talking about DC not listening to the “real Americans,” I wonder what that makes me? The teabaggers would have you believe that I’m not a real American because I believe socialized medicine and single-payer healthcare systems work cheaper and better for citizens over the “We’re gonna raise your premiums when we feel like it” system we have now.

They’d say I’m not a real American because I support the “Ability-to-pay” model of taxation.

I’m apparently not a real American because I don’t believe the free market is always right, and sometimes the government has to step in and create demand to fix it. This reminds me of my favorite joke:

Q: How many libertarians does it take to change a light bulb?

A: None. The free market will take care of it.

That pisses me off. Why don’t my opinions matter as much as this lady?

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This is that psychotic teabagger conservative logic that just baffles me. I’m insulted.

I know that real Tea Party members (I’m talking Ron Paul, not this bullshit populist “THANK GOD FOR FOX NEWS” crap) honestly believe in free-market principles and strong local governments, but I’d like to remind them that normally, the free market SUCKS BALLS. My favorite example from that last link is as follows:

The Exploding Ford Pinto: Ford knew for years that it would cost only $11 per Pinto to correct defective gas tanks that exploded upon impact. The company decided it was cheaper to let its customers burn and pay out damages to victims or their families instead.

That’s looking out for individual liberties, eh?

When I moved to Lynchburg in June, I used to talk up that I lived in Chicago, because most people were generally interested. It’s new and exciting to meet people not from the next county over.

When I told one old woman I was from Chicago, she smiled and asked if I had voted for Barack Obama. When I told her that I had, she smiled harder. This woman told me then that she was finally proud of the vote she had cast in November for Obama. “I think he’s finally going to change something.”

But that woman and people like her are few and far between, so when I find them, it makes me all warm inside.

A woman came up to me at about 8:30pm tonight (Monday), and demanded to speak to a manager. It’s common for customers to ask, so I paged the manager on duty to the front of the store. While she waited, I turned away from my conversation with a co-worker and asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?” “No. I need to talk to a manager.”

When the manager arrived, the woman huffed, “I need to speak to you outside.”

“Uh, ma’am,” the manager replied, “I’m the only manager on duty, and we’re not really supposed to leave the store if we’re the only ones here.” This woman was not having it, and demanded that he come outside. There was quite a bit of commotion, but I couldn’t make out what was being said.

Another woman, already in the store, had started to give her view to the manager as well. “Oh,” said my coworker, “they’re talking about my car.”

Indeed, they were. That’s the “Don’t Tread on Me” sticker and a bumper sticker for Liberty University. (On an unrelated note, what does LFFL mean?)

The other woman had come back in to the store briefly, and I heard the first woman yell, “If that’s an employee’s, I’m going to take my business elsewhere.” She continued to chew the manager’s ear while I turned my attention back to the coworker. The manager was trying his best to calm the obviously irate woman down.

Not being the kind of person who steps down on political issues, my coworker yells, “Well I guess they’re the kind of people who are okay with living in a totalitarian society.”

“Dude,” I mutter to him, “don’t polarize at work. It can’t end well.”

The second woman rushed back to the front door shouting, “I now know whose that is, it’s an employee.” Both women left, and didn’t spend a dime. They probably went to CVS across the street, where politics won’t be shoved down their throat.

The manager took the coworker aside and I don’t know what they talked about, but it probably wasn’t good. Apparently that manager called several other managers to ask about specific company policy. Nobody knew it, but I intend to track it down. I’ll keep you posted.

This coworker then came up to me and stated that it was his belief that if they (Walgreens) forces him to remove it, he will get the Liberty Council to sue the company.

I tried, in vein, to explain to him that his First Amendment rights do not apply in this case, as he was AT WORK and, contrary to popular belief, Walgreens is NOT the federal government. What is it about conservatives and misinterpreting the first amendment? (Sorry, but it’s sometimes too easy to pick on Sarah Palin.)

If, then, he explained, it is to come that on Walgreens property he is not allowed to display his political beliefs (which, by his own admission was just to piss people off), he will fight to remove:

1. A coworkers “Darwin” fish (which he claims was just there to piss him off)
2. Another coworker’s COEXIST bumper sticker (which he says he fundamentally disagrees with)
3. Another coworkers Confederate flag window cling (for which he had no ill comment)

(images pulled via a google images search, exact urls coming)
The most polarizing I am at work is a button I wear that says “Save the Internet.” But what do I know? I’m just a liberal.

I like that I get a paycheck every two weeks because I go and do the best that I can.

When I go to work, I try to keep the politics to a minimum. I have discussions on and off with other photo techs and some of the managers, but I’m VERY careful to keep my mouth shut around customers. In God’s town, you’re red, or you’re a commie.

Working in a drug store, the customers talk about this health care reform bill a lot. I went back to the pharmacy, and heard a woman complain about the huge price she was paying for her prescription drugs, “but I still don’t support this whole health care bill.”

I bit my tongue. Didn’t say a word to her. I could have used that opportunity to be an informed citizen and asked her why she opposed this bill if it would force the insurance companies to lower their costs. But I didn’t. Because like my job.

Then, there was today.

But first, some back story: Walgreens is “promising” flu shots for anyone who comes in from 10am to 4pm, and they plug that it’s covered by Medicare part B, and may be covered by your insurance.

Well, to promote it, we’re offering the employee discount on purchases (15%) to anyone who gets the shot.

A woman in clearly poor health came up to my counter, buying Ramen noodles, some laxative and Altoids. She got excited when she saw the 15% coupon, and asked how she could get the discount. When I explained, she sighed the biggest sigh I’ve ever heard. “I don’t have insurance…” she sadly mumbled as she opened her wallet to pay full price.

Right there. I knew I could have converted her and her close circle of friends to support at least the public option. But I didn’t say a word. I bit my tongue. Because I like my job.

:-/

“Uh… Thirteen… times…,” as I fussed with the calculator, “$5.07, not including sales tax.” That’s something I always say, just because I’m too lazy to figure out 5% of non-food and 2% of food and add it to the total.

“Ah,” the old man smiled, “that’s the Obama tax.”

Quick on my feet, I defended, “Actually, that’s the Virginia state tax. Been that way for years.” I smiled in hopes that he was joking. He didn’t smile back.

“Pretty soon, there’ll be an Obama tax,” he warned.

Then it struck me– this guy actually believed that Obama could get away with a huge increase in state sales taxes. At this point I imagined Obama in the White House, picking random states and numbers, laughing evilly the whole time.

“A ha ha ha, 10 percent Obama tax for Oklahoma. 1 percent Obama tax for Ohio.”

The concept of an Obama tax is frighteningly hilarious and hilariously frightening.

In this town, I think it’s safe to be a conservative and maybe a conserva-Dem. I want to be neither.