Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Chicken in Leffe Sauce
If you want to know what it feels like to have seven adult people fawning over you unabashedly, practically drooling with admiration and joy, rapt with attention for an indefinite period of time, until they finally leave amid fanfares of praise, for you, you as a person, just go to dinner at a small-town restaurant in Europe, turn the subject to American politics, speak loudly enough that someone overhears, and then let rip.
Such was the case tonight in Mechelen, Belgium. And the amazing thing: these were regular working-class folks. They had their preconceptions (Bush is bad), but were totally open-minded and receptive (e.g., to learning about all the ways Bush is bad that they didn't know about yet).
Europe is so interesting. No one seems to know what an evangelical Christian is. (Or a neoconservative, for that matter.)
Well, back to propagandizing across the Continent. Man, this is fun...
Such was the case tonight in Mechelen, Belgium. And the amazing thing: these were regular working-class folks. They had their preconceptions (Bush is bad), but were totally open-minded and receptive (e.g., to learning about all the ways Bush is bad that they didn't know about yet).
Europe is so interesting. No one seems to know what an evangelical Christian is. (Or a neoconservative, for that matter.)
Well, back to propagandizing across the Continent. Man, this is fun...