politics as fodder for family

While talking to my dad on the phone last night, he told me that the Showtime network is run by liberals with a communist agenda. He learned this through his free Showtime preview after watching (or okay…not watching..he admitted it..he doesn’t like the guy) Michael Moore’s film, Fahrenheit 9/11. Coincidentally, to cinch the deal, he also happened to catch a horror movie that consisted of dead soldiers being brought back to life just so that they could go to the polls as rotting flesh zombies and vote out Bush's war.

(Admittedly, I’d love to find a copy of that one - it intrigues me on so many levels.)

I questioned my dad, asking him how the zombies could vote. I mean, reportedly thousands of qualified voters were turned away at the polls in the last election. How could zombies just breeze right through and vote? He explained that soldiers only have to show their dog tags to vote. Pretty sneaky, sis.. If only the Green Party had thought of this first.

(My dad has an answer for everything. I was no match.)

I also learned that Finding Nemo (yes, the movie with the cute little animated fish) is also suspect as Disney created it with a pretty heady agenda. Apparently, according to my dad, Disney wants “everyone to believe that fish have families.” He said that Disney is trying to brainwash people and their kids into thinking that fishing is wrong and that the rest of the fish family will be left to mourn if a fish is caught. He was also quick to finger Bambi (yes! the family classic starring that adorable scamp of a deer!) as having a thinly veiled message that hunting is evil.

(I thought for half a second of using this conversation as a segue to talk with my dad about how Mr. Disney is now lying in a state of suspended dry-ice sleep waiting to be reanimated one day like a modern-day-late-for-dinner-Lazarus, but thought better of the idea. It was late. I didn't have my wits about me. I was no match. After all, he'd already blamed Al Gore for the mixed bag of tricks that is the Internet.)

I also learned that my dad believes that both my brother and myself are liberalist hippie communists who never call or write.

(thank goodness, he didn’t mention that I owe him money.)

If nothing else, my dad’s got spunk.