Dream on brother.
Allen Jones

You don’t really tell us how you became a republican. You tell us that you were walking around SF, unregistered to vote when a democrat volunteer tried to remedy that. This democrat acted like a jerk when he found out you were already aligned with the GOP. In retrospect, given the difference in climate of the nation versus that of San Francisco in 1982, it’s easy to understand why your allegiance could be disappointing to the volunteer, though it’s a shame he turned on you.

Do you believe the behavior exhibited by this volunteer was typical of democrats then, now, and/or since? It obviously painted things a specific way for you as it was possibly your first encounter with a democrat in the wild, so to speak, but how did this experience leave you with a takeaway about party lines or allegiance?

I wonder, did you indeed mail-in the voter registration form yourself after this experience? Did you take matters into your own hands? Did you vote that year? Did things go differently than they would have had you never met this volunteer in the first place?

I personally wouldn’t try to equate one person as necessarily representative of a larger group, but if we were playing the stereotype game, I’d say a difference between democrats and republicans is that a republican wouldn’t have offered you a voter registration card without first hearing you were on his side, or even worse, would have collected the forms of all the non-gop-aligned registrants with the promise to mail them, only to throw them away, preventing those new voters from voting.

Now of course I’m being a little provocative here, but I really would like to understand your point of view.

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