Anyway, the local political parties both had booths. The local Republicans were selling pork sandwiches, andI question their judgment in selling pork with all the pork barrel accusations going around, but whatever.
The Democrats, on the other hand, had a life-szed cardboard cutout of Barack Obama and they were using it to sell Jamaican meat patties. One guy was standing behind it and mimicking a Barack Obama voice and being all, "Buy delicious meat patties! MMM they're my favorite!" or slinging his arm around them and being like "BUY SENATOR OBAMA'S FAVORITE MEAT PATTIES."
So they were generally being really funny and we have no problem giving $3 to the local Democrats. But we'd already eaten, so we found my dad and told him the story, and offered it to him.
And my daddy was all, "I don't know. I'm afraid of what might be in a Barack Obama meat patty."
And I replied, "IT'S FULL OF HOPE AND CHANGE, DADDY."
Sadly, he did not want to taste the hope and change. Aw.