Daily P & P

As the election draws closer, I have a new challenge at work that is disrupting, not only to my work, but to my sanity. I refer to it as my daily P&P with Paul & Michael.

Yep. Porn and Politics.

Every morning I have to listen to them go back and forth about the latest left-wing gaffe over and over again. I admit, with Biden on the ticket, we are not short on verbal gaffes. However, the Rebublican ticket is no image of perfection either. Of course, Paul and Michael never mention any of the mistakes made by McCain or Palin.

What's interesting is that usually when I hear them guffawing back and forth about a particular issue (actually to refer to these things as issues really just belittles the word), I just get on hannity's or boortz' websites and do some reading. I usually can find what they're saying, word for word, in writing. I can't believe that not only do they not have original thoughts of their own, but that they feel the need to repeat it back and forth between them. One of them will say something he thinks is awfully clever, then the other one, on cue, will agree wholeheartedly and laugh. It's sort of like their daily affirmation. They really seem to get a kick out of it.

On top of the politics is the daily dose of porn I get. Now, I have nothing against porn, but I do believe that the office is not the place for it. Like middle school boys, they go back and forth between their computers snickering. I once even walked in on one of them just sitting there watching what appeared to be a blowjob (in my defense it was very closeup and I immediately looked away).

My office is very close to both of theirs, so I am unfortunately right smack dab in the middle of their playtime. They know where I stand politically, so they take plenty of opportunity to come into my office to 'educate' me. I'm not very good at debating, and anyway I refuse to take part in this kind of talk. I usually just smile and ignore them.

If someone were to convert me to be a conservative it sure wouldn't be these two clowns. They both complain almost daily about their home lives, and particularly their wives. Neither of them seems particularly happy. One has a closet tobacco problem; one is a crotch-grabber (his own). One is a fervant anti-islamist; one claims to be Christian but I fail to see any Christian-like behaviour.

The only good that has come from this is that I find myself working from home a lot more. Maybe I'll take the entire week of Super Tuesday off.