The other day my husband came home and asked "who's there with you, I heard voices."
"Nobody," I replied.
"Yes, but I heard you talking to someone, who is he?" (Cuban much?)
"In my head maybe, but I wasn't talking to someone." and there lies the problem. I don't really "talk" in my head, I talk out loud, out loud. Yes, I scream at the television because I know they can hear me. I can see Chris Mathews, flinch, look at me and give me the "settle down" look. I can see Rachael Maddow roll her eyes in a "there he goes again" look. I can see Joe Scarborough give me that, "you kooky liberals" grin when I go off on a diatribe about Republican partisanship.
You should see the arguments I have with President Obama. I haven't stooped to calling him names yet, but I know he's always equivocating, hemming, hawing because he can't get a word in edgewise because I'm yelling at him to make a stand, shut up and stop talking. I know he's thinking: "I can't get in a clear thought, because Kirk is yelling at his TV again." President Bush would just get words wrong because I was calling him names, nasty ones, and I know they hurt. I can't even watch Fox, because I doubt they could broadcast from me actually hitting them in the face with whatever I have in my hand....which is a crime and I don't want to get arrested for physical attacks through my television.
I come from a long line of men who talk to the television. My Grandfather would actually have conniptions watching Jimmy Carter. His face would turn red, tears would come to his eyes and then he'd wish for Richard Nixon. He would boast that when was in Honduras, they would take reporters out to the banana fields and "shoot them." He felt that similar policies would help America too. You could imagine his dismay when he found out that his daughter was raising liberals.
I've learned that my brother also has some long running arguments with various TV artists. Living in an all-female household, I understand he's had some run-ins with the likes of Miley Cyrus, Justin Bieber and the entire E! news team. He's also had some disagreements with some of the girls on Sixteen and Pregnant, which is a sure way he can tell his daughters about the dangers of boys.....but more importantly about the dangers of showing up that way in his home.
So to put my hubby's worries at rest, I'd just like to state that I'm not having a deep emotional conversation with a lover, I'm telling off Dr. House, because I think he's an ass. As far as the American political establishement and the harpies we call pundits, you'd better listen to what I have to say.....because you'd rather have me ranting at the Television, than silent rage at the ballot box.