Last night, at a cast party, we were playing some very silly group games, including the Name Game. To make the long story short, the name that I was trying to get my gamepartner to say was "Michelle Obama." My clue: "The president elect's wife."
"Bitch," he loudly blurted out, much to the delight of the people in the room. He said, "Hmm. Not even sure what her name is" and thought a minute before stating her name.
I let it roll off. It didn't bother me then, but I thought about it on the longish drive home.
I know the cast member has ideological differences with democrats, but why would he have such a strong dislike for certain people themselves?
Oh, I have my opinions, too, but to say that I hate "W" is not fair. I'm so frustrated with his policies I could scream, but I realize that he believed he was doing good for his country. I can't bring myself to hate him, in fact, I wouldn't say I "hate" anyone.
A common perception of Americans is that they don't like to think for themselves. Some let political pundits and their churches spew out hateful ideas, singling out groups whom they can blame, discriminate against, judge and persecute. |