Posted by
Katy Grimes on Monday, May 04, 2009 2:54:47 PM
This weekend I made a trek to the Sacramento Natural Foods Coop.... against my better judgment. I need to be in the right mood (and outfit) if I am going to be surrounded by rude liberals.
Usually my attire involves something outwardly conservative: BUSH/CHENEY t-shirts are always popular at the coop. Saturday, I word a USNA NAVY sweatshirt. I received a few audible hisses. Very enjoyable.
Why do I do this to myself you wonder? I am a Crunchy Conservative: organic food and cooking, but very conservative politically and socially. Needless to say, in order to get the best vegetables, fruits, grains, etc., it's the food coop for me.
Actually, I love the food, I love the process of picking out my food, bringing recipes with me, researching healthy lifestyle... it's the people I can't stand. Liberals as so self-absorbed (It's all about me), that they are rude.
An entire family shopping together at the market drives me nuts anyway. The ball-busting liberal wives make all of the decisions anyway - they just like to do it publicly at the Food Coop to further emasculate their wimpy husbands (who are usually wearing the baby in a sling).
As I cruised through the market in my NAVY sweatshirt and running shoes, plowing past groups of smelly Rastafarians discussing racism and whole grains, I must have said "Excuse me" 250 times. Of course, no one moved, so I had to reach out and move their shopping cart myself. The only person who showed any manners was a food coop employee who helped me locate raw sesame seeds.
But my real disgust is with the wimpy liberal men who hang out in food coops. They are not nerds. They are not techies. They are wimps. They slouch, their clothes are baggy anf filthy (as is their hair), they wear sandals and their toes are dirty. It's really gross. Toes are ugly anyway, but dirty liberal toes are foul. These wimpy liberal men have no muscles, no visible stamina or strength, nor do they appear to have a clue about hygiene.
And I am sure that they despise me as much as I do them. I am fit. I wear jewelry and makeup. When I speak, I look you right in the eye. I am 5'4" and can probably beat every one of these wimps at arm wrestling.
God deserves a thank-you for masculine, conservative real men.