I have mentioned before that I am a woman of faith. Ted Cruz says that isn’t true and would like to take me to task about it.
“Today’s Democratic Party has decided there is no room for Christians in today’s Democratic Party,” he said at the Iowa Faith and Freedom Coalition summit in Waukee, Iowa.
“There is a liberal fascism that is going after Christian believers,” the 2016 GOP presidential candidate continued.
I have to admit that my God is real, real, big. Far too big to dance on the head on a pin like Ted Cruz’s God.
And I have a question. What the hell is liberal fascism? And how would that work? Aren’t those two things kinda like opposite?
True story: a guy here in town just hates me. Seriously hates me. I’ve never really completely understood why and the really sad part is that I frankly don’t care enough to find out. So one day I run into him at the grocery store on the paper products aisle. He looks at me and says, “Fascist.”
Okay, so I stop and smile that sweet smile of mine and say, “No, Darlin’, you’ve got your names mixed up. You’re the fascist. I’m the socialist.” See, he didn’t know what the hell fascist meant. He just knew it was a bad thing and probably from France.
His witty comeback was, “Whatever.”
So I put some paper plates in my basket. By the coffee aisle, he notices that I have a sign tied to the front of my cart made from a paper plate, a marker I had in my purse, and a twisty I cut open with my pocket knife. The sign says, “Darrell McCoy has a small fascist.”
Little spittle things formed at the edges of his mouth and and he cussed a blue streak before storming out of the store and informing the manager that there was a crazy woman on aisle 9. By the time the manger got there, the sign was gone and the manager asked if I had seen anything unusual. “Yeah, a drunk guy talking to himself,” I said with a wrinkled brow.
Don’t mess with me. I am fresh out of clucks. I have not one cluck to give.