Thursday, March 4, 2010

Harder, better, faster, stronger.

To quote Kanye, that is.

Among the very few Red State Republican reactionarys I know personally, I have attempted to calmly use this argument to sway them toward liberal educated elitists... I say, Well, do you want your doctor to be a pal? To be like you? *I* would rather my doctor be way, way smarter than me, even if that means he might make me feel stupid once in a while. I want him to be a genius. Same goes for my President; do I want him to be on par with me intellectually? No way! I want him to be able to solve problems I can't. To think through things that leave me winded.

It is in this vein that I cheerfully left a meeting with my investment rep (watch out, world, I have a few hundreds of dollars! holla!) yesterday who was a year younger than me, owns a home in Lake Oswego and runs an Edward Jones branch all by himself. He was PERFECT. I realize I can't erase the Republicans of the world because I will still always want one to manage my retirement fund.

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