I have a cousin from South Carolina (originally the Soo) who called me last night. He reads this blog from time to time and has reacted to some of my left wing rants, he being a "Tea Party Type".
We have sparred via email a little bit but never on the phone. I enjoy his chats and wouldn't want to discourage them by challenging him and his views, particularly when he's paying the long distance charges.
He works in the Nascar industry for a Texas oil executive so as far as his social life and work life is concerned, we don't have a lot in common. He likes my music and has driven very long distances with his young sons to hear me play so I'll always love this big lug regardless of his misguided views on life.
Our differences really hit home during our chat last night. As it turns out, unbeknownst to either of us, he was 1000 feet from me when I was playing banjo with the Barenaked Ladies earlier this month. He was working a race in Vegas and he was staying not too far from the Mandalay Bay.
On one of his days off, he went to visit a buddy of his who is in the military. During his visit, his army buddy allowed him to drive what he called a "77 ton Muslim killer". I figured it was some kind of tank.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that if we were ever to square off against what he perceives to be Muslims (I question whether he's even met one), I'm afraid we'd be on opposite sides. After all, I live in a community surrounded by thousands of Muslims and they make terrific neighbours. They pick up after their dogs, they don't vandalize the trees in the park and I've never seen a drunk Muslim. Many are my friends. We share many of the same peace loving values.
So, if you're reading this dear cousin, if you bring your 77 ton Muslim killer to town, I'll have to blow it up. I haven't figured out how yet but I have a few neighbours who might be able of offer a few suggestions.
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