And this happens:
Me: “Hi, my name is Meg and I’m calling on behalf of the University of Wyoming –”
Respondent: “What the hell do you want?”
Me: “Well, we’re doing a survey on the 2012 Election for research purposes and –”
Respondent: “Obama is a muslin [sic] who hates self-made men like me. And you should get a job, missy, instead of bothering people on the Lord’s Day.”
Me: “This IS my job, sir.”
Respondent: “You get PAID to do this?”
Respondent: “Only in OBUMBO’S AMERICA does this happen, do people get paid for this. Working for an illegitimate president…. Quit smoking dope and get a real job or a husband, sweetie.”
Me: “So, would you be willing to help us out with the survey? It’s for the Poli-Sci department at UW, not President Obama.”
Respondent: “Not my president. Go to hell and God bless.”
God, I love the electorate.
I had a conversation the other day where I was laughing about the horrible state of US democracy with a friend of mine in a chatroom, and another person listening in in the background.
She told us how upset she was with us for laughing so heartily at the problem while doing nothing to try and fix it. Not a point I like to hear, but I can see where it is coming from.
My friend her that rome was burning, and that she could either take up a bucket of water and panic, or grab a fiddle with “Nero and I”.