I am recovering from a conversation that feels like it belongs in a parallel universe.
I’m at the office. I work in the claims review department of a workers compensation insurance company. Please don’t hate me. Most of my direct reports let me know what time they’d like to go vote by the end of yesterday, a few have not, based on the decision that we’re in Texas, it isn’t going to matter. The last person waited til just now to let me know she wants to leave early to get to Arlington before the polls close. I say fine, no problem, and as she’s about to walk out she tells me “I have to get there to make sure I vote for the right guy, or I’ll never forgive myself.” Being stupid, I stepped right into it. You see, I know this person is gay and I know she’s fairly liberal by Texas standards. As it turns out, not as liberal as I thought. The transcript below is as close to the conversation as I remember it.
I smiled and said “I voted early for the same reason. I used to have a lot of respect for the guy, but that’s changed alot over the course of the election.”
“Wait, who are you talking about?”
“John McCain. I can’t vote for the penguin. He’s done too much to ruin my opinion of him.”
“No, I’m voting for John McCain. I can’t vote for Obama. He’s a Muslim.”
Jaw, on the floor.
“What? No he isn’t.”
“Yes he is.”
“Kim. No he really isn’t. He’s proved that over and over. It’s been debunked all over the place. He’s a Christian.”
“Well, he wasn’t always.”
“But it doesn’t matter does it? He is now. Besides this is America and he can worship however he likes. Right? And are you really comfortable being gay and voting for John McCain?”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“You’re more likely to have rights voting for Obama than you are for McCain.”
“Obama isn’t going to do a thing about gay rights. Besides, John McCain is right, marriage should be a state thing.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that you’d be married in one state but not another?”
“No. I’m not going to have children, and that’s what marriage is all about anyway. God wants it to be one man, one woman.”
I goggle. “The bible doesn’t say that at all! And even if it did, it used to be one man, fifty women! The definitions of marriage and family have changed alot since the bible was written.”
“I know, and I get that. But I’m a Christian, and this is what we believe.”
We branch off into a discussion about how all politicians are in the pocket of big corporate, and they’re all corrupt anyway, and why Obama’s healthcare plan would end up costing us way more than what we’re paying now for all those people going bankrupt and the others who are seen without paying at all. She then confides to me that she belongs to the Log Cabin group.
“Okay. We should probably get some work done.”
“So do you want me to get those numbers from the San Antonio office?”
“Yeah, please, that’d be great.”
End discussion. I’ve never met a Log Cabin Republican before. It’s disorienting. I feel like someone just told me they’re going to shoot a hole in the bottom of the boat, and that it’s in everyone’s best interest that she do so, all the while sounding perfectly rational. I think I need a drink.