The Grand Old Party Ruined The Party

My mom just said to me, “What happened to you at the party? It’s like you disappeared.”

It’s true. I escaped to the basement and watched Jack Reacher for the fiftieth time while everyone else enjoyed the bubbling birthday festivities spreading throughout the house.

Two people, at two separate times, cornered me to unload their filthy opinions of President Obama right in my face. Not argumentatively mind you, but truly expecting me to agree with their misguided, racist lunacy. I stood there and breathed silently as if in a meditation class. But since I’ve been known to explode like a hand-grenade in similar situations, I fled while the pin was still in.

I explained all of this to my mom and she replied with, “C’mon, they were all nice people. You can’t judge people by their politics.”

Au contraire mon frere.

If you wish our President ill will and favor this detrimental Republican shutdown, I have all the info I need for a proper judgment.

I subscribe to the wisdom of the movie High Fidelity, “What really matters is what you like, not what you are like.”

By: Gabe Berman

Gabe Berman is a native New Yorker who settled in South Florida after graduating from the University of Miami. An epiphany, a passion, and a trail of breadcrumbs led him out of Corporate America and into the career he was meant for. After eight years of writing columns for the Miami Herald, his book - Live Like A Fruit Fly - was published by HCI Books and subsequently endorsed by Deepak Chopra. His second book, The Complete B.S. Free and Totally Tested Writing Guide, helps artists find their voice and his latest work, Where Is God When Our Loved Ones Get Sick?, uncovers the answer to this haunting question.