So I'm encouraging people to sign up with No Nonsense In November to vote against that damned amendment, and a wee little man approaches.
He's wearing a funny blue plaid shirt, long sleeves, with blue cut-off shorts, black socks hiked up halfway to his knees with shocking green tennis shoes, and has this "60's folk singer union req." moustache and short-cropped hair.
He looks at me, with some degree of interest in the table. I start on Standard Why I'm Here Spiel #4. He makes this gesture with his hands, putting them together and dismissively seperating them, saying "Politics."
I stare at him. "Well, yes."
"It's politics."
"Yes, but it's a constitutional amendment that affects human rights."
"I transcend politics."
So I said something rude to him at that point, probably "That's an astonishingly useless philosophy." What I should have said was "Maybe you're in the wrong denomination." Pissed me the hell off--I have more respect for the psycho right-wing nutcases we're fighting.
