Al Gore Solicitors

You know how Al Gore affects me? By pissing people off who accost me on my voyages in downtown Seattle. How is it that global warming and Al Gore manage to piss of the rudest, most aggressive protestors I have ever run into?

One such unemployed world-consciousness changer called me a ‘racist’ today. A RACIST! All because I didn’t take a stupid Al Gore basing flyer from an African American male, fresh from puberty and attempting to enlighten me to Gore horror. “Take a minute to find out how Al Gore is affecting your life! It takes one minute to understand his LIES!” No. I don’t have a minute. Actually, I have several, but I’d rather waste those minutes getting a coffee, or staring at the sun, or hell, returning to work early from lunch. Your attempts at Gore catechization do not work on me. I was polite in my rejection of propaganda, I just said no thank you (yea, I added thank you like he was doing me a favor), but evidently that was enough for his buddy to shout out “She’s not gonna take that man, she’s a RACIST.” Uh, wahapa? I prefer to avoid confrontation while still experiencing my post workout endorphin rush, so I just carried on. But I mean really! I didn’t take the damn waste-o-tree because I had already received a “Is Jesus Christ Your Savior?” pamphlet from a different African American dude on the corner prior to the Gore-ifites. I had reached my giving-a-damn-for-your-case quota for the day, and really when anyone sticks out a piece of paper and starts talking, I understand that they are really just saying: ‘Will you throw this away for me?” Since when did turning down anti-global warming spiels (or maybe it was pro-global warming, damn teenagers!) make me racist? In Seattle? Racist don’t live in Seattle, we are too damn liberal for them.

In the end all I have to say is: way to go little anti/pro global warming dude for being aggressive in your protesting, ambiguous in your politics and sticking it to the man by revealing his true colors. Or in this case, the woman. Yea.