It may be time for the two sides of America’s political divide to file for divorce. From Francis Marion at theburningplatform.com:
Is it finally time for us to say goodbye?
A few months ago my wife and I made a trip into the city from our small rural community for an evening of dining and visiting with some of her old childhood friends. We started our date with just the two of us at a well known vegetarian restaurant. Later we met up with the rest of the crew at a local park near the beach to watch some skits and some dancing while the sun went down over English Bay. It was a beautiful sunset in an amazing setting.
While we’re sitting and chatting in the bleachers of the small amphitheatre my wife’s friend asks us at which restaurant we ate. We told her and with a raised eyebrow she replies: “Really, Francis actually ate in a vegetarian restaurant? Wow. That must have been quite an experience for you!”
I guess I don’t have a reputation amongst her city dwelling friends as being very cultured. But the truth is I like lots of things that aren’t redneck staples. Even vegetarian and vegan food. Hell, I just like to eat and so long as it’s quality it doesn’t much matter to me whether there’s meat on the plate or not. At the end of the meal I am concerned with three things: did I get enough, was it prepared properly and was the service more than adequate? Simple.
But that off the cuff comment set the tone for the evening and it was obvious by the end of it, that with the exception of chit chat about the old days, that I didn’t have much to say to these folks nor they to me. Not that they’re bad people but from my perspective their lives are narrow, kinda fake and frankly, completely out of touch with reality. They rarely leave the city unless it is to hop on a plane to another country or another major metropolitan area and in all the years that we have lived a short one and a half hour drive down the road from them they have never come to visit that I can recall. In fact, when we see them in the city (for me no more than once every two or three years now) the conversation inevitably ends up with them wondering how we can live so “remotely”. We’re an hour and half drive from the city for Pete’s sake. And they figure that’s remote?
To continue reading: Time to Say Goodbye…
