Far out, man

Just had the wildest and ultimately coolest conversation I've had all fall. While standing in line for lunch, I found myself standing next to this Tommy Chong-looking dude, decked out in camo flecked with cheap cigarette ash, sporting black and orange Harley suspenders, about a dozen brown teeth and an Obama button. He was talking to his son and anyone who would listen about the historic importance of this election, hoping for a landslide.

As we started talking, he offered that he was an old hippie, taking the afternoon to go deer huntin'. Formerly an Edwards man, he's very impressed and excited by Obama, calling him the FDR of our times. "We need to totally change the game and get these mutherfuckers outta there. We need someone to look after us", poking me in the chest for emphasis. "This guy can do it." He rattled it off-- the economy, health care, the war(s), the greed and avarice of the right, the phony anti-elite horseshit. All. Of. It. Stressed the need to get out the youth vote 'cause in 10-15 years he'd be "wearin' diapers and droolin'." Fucking hilarious. And spot on...

This is it, boys and girls. If we can get this guy, here in the great white north-- and I'm not referring to snow-- maybe even his pals, we can do this. I'm ashamed to admit that at first glance I thought, redneck. But after dealing with all the smug, suburban douchebags at work and their Drudgy talking points, this guy was a total breath of fresh air. Informed, humorous and passionate. Our kinda guy...

We are gonna get our country back.