Daisy And I Have Been On Vacation, But The Hate For Us Hasn’t Been. HOLY CRAP.

Can’t you just feel the love?

If the text of that screenshot is too small to make out, here it is transcribed:

Looks like the same old ignorant racist sheeple shit to me! You know a cooter is a cunt, right? Just happened upon your lame website and felt the need to let you know it sucks.

Have a great day.

Tara

No, I didn’t vote for Hillary.

Yes, I own lots of guns.
No, I don’t take pictures of myself with them. And Fuck the NRA!

Wow.  If there was anyone who clearly shouldn’t own a lot of guns, “Tara” is that person.  Unhinged doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Not positive what the whole “cooter” thing is about, but I’m guessing it’s because of our COTR acronym, which pervy lunatics like “Tara” immediately read as something dirty, even though it’s not.

Also, I wanna tell you a little story about what happened to me on our trip to South Carolina this past week.

For those of you who may not know, we plan to retire in South Carolina in the future, and to that end, we’ve bought some land on which to build once our youngest is finished with school.   It’s a darling neighborhood filled with darling people – many of whom have already become dear friends.  We haven’t met EVERYONE, of course, but on each trip there, we meet a few more people in addition to spending time with the friends we’ve made.  That’s always been one of my favorite parts of visiting.  Our neighborhood has a closed Facebook group that many of the residents belong to, and I’ve gotten to “know” many folks there who I haven’t yet met in person.  One thing I don’t know about most of them, however, is how they vote.  It’s a neighborhood bulletin board, not a place for political discussions.  I like it that way.

Anyway, some of the folks in that group, who I have met in person and who are personal connections to me now on Facebook, can obviously see from my profile what I do for a living.  I almost NEVER post anything political on my personal page, but my occupation is clearly listed, and I’m certain that some of our future neighbors disagree with me politically, which is completely fine.  I’ve seen a few of their profiles and have noticed some of the pro-Obama/pro-Hillary stuff on there – and you know what?  I DON’T CARE.  If they’ve been kind to me, and we’ve connected on a personal level, their politics are not important to me.  I kinda thought that’s how civilized people in the South all operated anyway – that politics and religion aren’t topics you generally bring up unless you’ve developed a solid relationship foundation first and a certain level of trust.

I was wrong.

My family was enjoying the community swimming pool one day last week, and when we got there we were the only ones there at first.  It was our first time ever to that pool, and we were stoked to find out that there was a huge pile of all kinds of floaty rafts – including a GIGANTIC unicorn one that filled a quarter of the pool.  Since we were the only ones there, I told my 12 year old son to grab it and let me take a photo of him in it, which he happily did.

I got in the water, Mr. Mock was at the other end of the pool setting up our lounge chairs, and about 10 minutes later, a woman came into the pool area and walked towards the edge of the water that was closest to me.  I was excited to meet a new person, and so I smiled my biggest happiest smile and said, “GOOD MORNING!”  Her response was to immediately launch into a complaint about the size of the floaty raft my son was using, saying that it was too big for the pool, and that she had no idea why any family would bring such an obnoxious raft to a small pool like that. I instantly flew into apology mode, telling her we’d found it with all the other rafts, and since we’d been the only ones there we were just using it to take a photo and as soon as anyone else wanted to use the pool we’d put it away.  She said, “I’m not blaming you,” but then continued to complain about whatever family was responsible for bringing the raft to the pool in the first place, and made it clear we were basically Satan for allowing our kid anywhere near it. It was obvious right away that she relished her role as Queen Killjoy.

It was getting awkward, so I changed the subject and said, “I’m Miriam! It’s nice to meet you!” and smiled my biggest cheesiest smile at her again.  And she said, “You’re Miriam?  Miriam Weaver?” and I said, surprised, “Yes – you know of me???”  And she said she did, in a way that made it completely clear that what she knew of me wasn’t good at all.

Now, at this point I was still completely determined to win her over, because there hasn’t been a single solitary person in the entire neighborhood that I haven’t absolutely adored.  So I just kinda giggled and said, “Oh yikes – I hope you haven’t heard anything bad!”  And she said, and I’m not making this up, “Well, unfortunately yes.  You and I will not get along politically.”

I was kinda stunned that she was announcing her politics to me within 30 seconds of meeting me, so I just said, “Well, that’s OK – we don’t have to talk about politics,” hoping to change the subject, but you guys – she had decided to intensely dislike me because of my political views and there was just no getting around it.  I tried asking her which house she lived in and attempted some other neighborhood chit chat, but she literally OOZED hostility.  Mr. Mock had heard all of this from where he’d been standing, and came over to join the conversation.  He walked up and said his name, and she said, “Oh, now your husband is coming to rescue you.”

I gotta say, that irritated me.  He was coming over to be a polite neighbor, and to see for himself if this woman was really as awful as he’d overheard.  I don’t need rescuing.  Daisy and I have restraining orders against haters that are way scarier than this woman could ever hope to be.

Mr. Mock is like the KING of making small talk, so there was some chit chat about states of origin (we weren’t surprised to discover that she was from New England), but she’d lived in the neighborhood for almost two decades – long enough to learn proper southern manners, I’d have thought.

After a bit, Mr. Mock left to go take some property measurements, and another woman I hadn’t met arrived (she was meeting the mean woman at the pool). And instead of simply introducing us as PEOPLE, the first woman told her, “This is Miriam Weaver – you know – the one who does all that political stuff?” and then she said, in my direction about her friend, “You won’t get along with her either” to make sure I knew that her friend was also liberal and would therefore have no interest in liking me.

Great intro, huh?  I mean, don’t you just love getting introduced to someone based on how you vote?

Happily, the second woman was from the south, and had the good sense not to make politics an immediate part of our introductory conversation, instead choosing to talk about NORMAL NEIGHBOR stuff – like builders and kids and whatnot.  But the moment I broke away from our conversation and went on to enjoy my own family, the first woman made sure to bring up Trump to her friend, as they floated on rafts nearby, to mock him and delight over the Trump baby balloon, knowing I was well within earshot.

It was, suffice it to say, obnoxious AF.

I simply cannot fathom treating anyone this way, and I have to say, I think liberals are FAR MORE APT to behave like this than conservatives are.  Recall, if you will, the op-ed that a Hillary Clinton staffer wrote for the WSJ about her experience at CPAC.  She talks about it a bit here:

Annafi Wahed: “Most of my liberal friends are very well-intentioned, but their comments are so arrogant, so elitist, and it’s a symptom of a much larger problem.” pic.twitter.com/90VfvUeFNW

— Fox News (@FoxNews) April 26, 2018

Interesting that her story was rejected by the NYT and WaPo, isn’t it?

In any case, she’s right when she talks about the arrogance and elitism of many liberals – that was precisely the attitude of the woman I met at the pool. And it’s that same elitism that drove so many of us to vote against Hillary. It gets really old being told that we’re just a bunch of dumb hilljacks who have been bamboozled somehow and don’t actually think for ourselves.  It’s the same kind of elitism that the MSM REEKS of, and so many liberals are guilty of it, without even necessarily realizing it.

Anyway, other than the hatemail above and the encounter with the ghastly neighborhood lady, we had a lovely vacation week, one that was almost completely free from politics (with the exception of the story I just told you.)  Daisy and I are back on the air tomorrow, so I have a lot to catch up on!!

Go be nice to a liberal today.  🙂