I drink. A lot.

She was born when I was 12 years old. Before she decided what her views were she asked me lots of questions. We talked quite a bit and I offered her a few books to read. She chose to read the news instead. She gets upset because I won't discuss hot issues with her. It's snobbish, but I don't believe she is informed enough to have a discussion with me that isn't emotional and immature. Her feelings would surely get hurt. She truly believes that the rich have too much and they should be forced to share. I'm not rich and disagree with that sentiment, therefore, I'm an idiot.
As she's gotten older and more confident in her own views, she now thinks I won't discuss it because I can't explain why my views are what they are. The implication is that I'm too dumb and uninformed to be as enlightened as she is. I wouldn't be surprised if she's a poster at DU. If she is, I will certainly find out now, especially if she reads here.
I enjoy my time with her and her husband as long as politics aren't brought into the discussion. The last two times we got together they were brought up. Her drunk husband actually told me I'd be the perfect woman, if only I weren't a conservative.

As if I'd ever want to be with someone who's constantly looking for a handout (a lib).
I will never be able to change her. I guess now I just enjoy being who I am because I know it drives them crazy. I envision them frothing at the mouth to have me get into it with them. I find it entertaining to bring them right to the edge and then stop myself as if I don't want to offend anyone or as if I've realized it's an inappropriate time. I figure, with most people anyway, that won't work for very long, but with them it's worked for well-over ten years.