Post by Ethan Hall (D-IA) on Dec 27, 2005 16:59:53 GMT -5
A heavy Sunday paper crashed down onto the breakfast table, spilling a little orange juice onto the white tablecloth. "God damn it!"
Sarah Hall only ticked her eyes up from the coffee she was stirring, "What's the matter now, Ethan?"
He stood up, flushed with anger, "The God-damned Iranians. They detonated a couple of nuclear warheads." He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath, "How can they honestly believe this helps them? Will you tell me?"
She blinked slowly, "Ethan, I'm neither Muslim or Iranian - I have no idea why they would do this. I'm guessing they think that nuclear weapons are they only thing that make them a power."
"Yeah, cause we made that the God damn rule during the Cold War!"
"Ethan!" she hissed, "Calm down."
Taking another deep breath he sat back down heavily with a creak, "Fine. What do I do now?"
His Republican wife shook her head, "You don't want my advice."
'Yes, I do."
"Fine." With a flair for the dramatic, she set down her stirring spoon and looked up at him slowly, "Let Warder go in there and clean the place out. Do you think that spending all of that money on nuclear weapons helps those people? That government shouldn't even be in power, much less in a position to threaten our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan!"
He rolled his head, "Oh, for God's sake, Sarah - There's no way they're going to use those weapons. Do you think they really want to get nuked?"
"What I know is that the people that run that government are just as religiously insane as the fundies down South - they've just had uninterrupted control for 30 years. What the hell kind of liberal are you, anyway? Don't you want to see those people liberated?"
His eyes widened slightly, "I can't believe you're actually saying that. You think I want hundreds of thousands dead, just so the Ayatollah goes on trial? Warder's gone too far, Sarah - You have to see it!"
Chuckling, she rested her head on her hands, "Oh my, Ethan, you've convinced me with the power of that argument!" Breaking her feint, she looked at him cockeyed, "This is the same argument we always have and why we shouldn't talk politics. I'm not ashamed that I voted for Warder and I don't care what the polls say - he's what we needed."
Shaking his head, but picking up the newspaper again, "Same argument, but you lose every time."
She took a sip of her coffee, which was well stirred, "Right, Ethan. Tell it to Gregory, he shares your passion for poor debating."
Sarah Hall only ticked her eyes up from the coffee she was stirring, "What's the matter now, Ethan?"
He stood up, flushed with anger, "The God-damned Iranians. They detonated a couple of nuclear warheads." He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath, "How can they honestly believe this helps them? Will you tell me?"
She blinked slowly, "Ethan, I'm neither Muslim or Iranian - I have no idea why they would do this. I'm guessing they think that nuclear weapons are they only thing that make them a power."
"Yeah, cause we made that the God damn rule during the Cold War!"
"Ethan!" she hissed, "Calm down."
Taking another deep breath he sat back down heavily with a creak, "Fine. What do I do now?"
His Republican wife shook her head, "You don't want my advice."
'Yes, I do."
"Fine." With a flair for the dramatic, she set down her stirring spoon and looked up at him slowly, "Let Warder go in there and clean the place out. Do you think that spending all of that money on nuclear weapons helps those people? That government shouldn't even be in power, much less in a position to threaten our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan!"
He rolled his head, "Oh, for God's sake, Sarah - There's no way they're going to use those weapons. Do you think they really want to get nuked?"
"What I know is that the people that run that government are just as religiously insane as the fundies down South - they've just had uninterrupted control for 30 years. What the hell kind of liberal are you, anyway? Don't you want to see those people liberated?"
His eyes widened slightly, "I can't believe you're actually saying that. You think I want hundreds of thousands dead, just so the Ayatollah goes on trial? Warder's gone too far, Sarah - You have to see it!"
Chuckling, she rested her head on her hands, "Oh my, Ethan, you've convinced me with the power of that argument!" Breaking her feint, she looked at him cockeyed, "This is the same argument we always have and why we shouldn't talk politics. I'm not ashamed that I voted for Warder and I don't care what the polls say - he's what we needed."
Shaking his head, but picking up the newspaper again, "Same argument, but you lose every time."
She took a sip of her coffee, which was well stirred, "Right, Ethan. Tell it to Gregory, he shares your passion for poor debating."