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26. Sickening

So glad I finally watched this BEFORE breakfast.

Even with President Obama's second term safely underway, I kept putting off watching the video. Where I retired, I have to live with these people! Unfortunately for them, they have to live with me too, regardless of the tight circle they try to draw around their 'safe little haven' of conservatism.

To me it represents hell on earth. How can people live consumed with so much blind, idiotic hatred? How would you like to have them in your face all the time? If you don't believe they're truly dangerous and demented, look at that guy from Nicaragua threatening to kill the interviewer and throw him in the river.

While I realize most barking dogs don't bite, rabid ones do. The main reason I've survived here for over 7 years is because they know from experience that I bite back, sometimes even hard. The two chows let me sleep easy while they were alive, and now they're gone the delicate balance of power has so far remained secure.

You wouldn't wonder if maybe I'm a little hypersensitive if it was your own neck on the line. They know they can't reach President Obama himself, so they try to make do with one of his Yellow Dog Democrat supporters. Some tradesmen have refused the chance to bid on major renovation projects on this place amounting to several thousands of dollars, and they weren't shy about telling me why either. One guy who doesn't want me in his store (especially when I wear Democrat gear) simply closes shop the minute I step foot in the door.

So believe me, I treasure the comparative few who aren't so punitive. It's been an education for me in so many ways, and oddly enough increased my self confidence because if I'd known completely what I'd be getting into when I moved here, you couldn't have given me a house in this town for free. Now that we're pretty much stuck with each other, I've learned more survival skills. I can control my own temper better and unleash it more at my own rare choosing than theirs.

So to a degree I celebrate the strength this general battering has encouraged in me, and I count each and every tiny (but growing) social grace extended in my direction by the nicer element as a mutual victory. Maybe on my 100th birthday, I'll run for mayor! I once settled for several years near a little town in Southern California when I had a horse ranch, and those people kept me elected to a lesser local office even though I was the newcomer and you couldn't convince them for love or money that I'm not an undercover commie. But it was a whole different world there and then. I never quite appreciated how they spoiled me.