You Look Like One Of THOSE Democrats

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Since I quit working I decided to do something I've always wanted to do but didn’t because I felt it wouldn’t look good for the jobs I had. I decided to let my hair grow long. I had never liked paying for a haircut unless my hair was long enough to tell it was cut. Otherwise I felt like I was throwing money away. The thing is, it drives my brother batty. I don’t know if that’s because he is as barren on top as Old Baldy (some of his “friends” have knocked his cap off and said, “Let it shine”) or if he just doesn’t like men with long hair. He asked me one day when I was going to get a haircut. I told him I was going to let it grow until it reached my waist. He grumble something about that being stupid. I really have no intention of letting it grow that long. Matter of fact I’m planning on getting it cut in a few weeks or so. But I’m not telling my brother that. A couple of days ago we pick up our mother to take her around to sign some papers and get something to eat. As we were walking into a store my brother strolled along behind me. He said, “You look like one of those Democrats.” My brother is a staunch Republican. So much so if a Republican said if he was elected he would drop a nuclear bomb in the middle of the United States to get rid of the farmers, my brother would say, “Yeah, let’s get rid of those farmers.” But if a Democrat said the same thing my brother would say, “Stupid Democrat. What an idiot thing to say.” (I’m just using this as an example to show how staunch of a Republican my brother is. He would never agree to dropping a bomb anywhere in his homeland.) My brother thought by calling me one of those Democrats it would hurt my feelings. I simply said, “So.” I don’t think that was the response he was looking for. I’m sure he thought I would say, “No! Let go to a hair salon right now because I don’t want to look like one of those Democrats.” Calling me a Democrat didn’t hurt my feelings at all. I’ve been called worse. The thing is, I vote for the person I feel will do the best job no matter what party he or she belongs to. I’ve even voted for the Independent party candidate in the past. So I’ll let my hair grow until I’m ready to get it cut no matter how many times my brother calls me one of those Democrats.