I believe in stuff lots of other people don’t. I believe in ghosts. I believe in UFOs. Stuff like that. What I didn’t believe in, however, was the existence of another person here in Krazy Konservative Kountry who sits to the left of center on the political fence. I figured The Pigsknuckle Liberal was much like the Yeti or Bigfoot… a mythical creature you think you see out in the woods, only to find out he’s really Dick Cheney in camouflage (with his blaze orange cap stuffed in his back pocket and his rifle pointed right at your ass).
But, my dear bloggy friends, though I have never seen the Yeti or Bigfoot, I have seen The Pigsknuckle Liberal! I even had coffee with him!
As it turns out, he’s been running past me at the park forever (no he’s not the guy with the hair-stamp), and though we’ve chatted and emailed, I. Had. No. Idea. We met up for coffee this morning and one of the first things he said was, “I like reading your blog because we share the same views on politics and religion. Do you know hard it is to find someone like that around here?”
Do I know how hard it is to find someone like that around here?!
Do I, bloggy peeps?
Do I ever, Mr. Pigsknuckle Liberal!
So, after I picked myself up off the floor, I basked in the glow of conversation that didn’t involve topic-avoidance, liberal-bashing, or ‘friendly debate’ (also known ‘round these parts as ‘insulting Diane’) of any sort. It was lovely. Oh yeah. The Pigsknuckle Liberal is my new best friend. OK, not really. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings (Blognut). You’re ALL my best friends. Even you Republicans (Sherri). But not you, our dear Former Reader. You will never be my best friend, you nasty old sour puss.
Anyway, today I am filled with hope and the realization that I am not alone after all. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m heading over to the WalMart parking lot to stick ‘Rush Limbaugh Sucks’ bumper stickers on random cars… just for shits and giggles!