8/10/2004 08:05:16 AM|||Nathan Moore|||

We got in from Montreal past midnight last night. It was a lot of fun, and good to get out of the political scene for a few days. The most fun, at least as I gauge such things (and Sarah may disagree, natch), was the first night.

Not that it matters much for electoral purposes, but our only experience with Bush hatred came our first night there while dining at a jazz club downtown.

Minding our own businesss, were finishing up dinner, when we overheard some dinner companions a couple tables down chatting, merging between English and French at a whim. The first thing that caught Sarah's ear was a series of praise sacrificed on the intellectual altar to the Left's favorite deity, Naivete, involving repeated positive comments on Michael Moore. Presumably, if just more people saw Fahrenheit 9/11, John Kerry would win this year. On that note, and because of the steadily increasing rain, we decided to head indoors to enjoy the jazz (which was quite good) and finish off our wine. Next thing we know the prior couple is there near us, in a booth next to our table.

A few minutes of relaxation pass, with nothing being said. Then the singer, who had been unoffensive to this point, began to introduce her next song. We were told of the importance of love, and how it should be celebrated, especially because of the War. I started to laugh. Less than half of the nearly full club was applauding, which I took as a good sign. Our erstwhile dinner companions were noted nodding in complete agreement. Then I started talking - not loud, but not quiet, either. Something had to be said. If I remember, there were some comments about naive people, ignorance of history, and most importantly, what a brilliant tactic to think that all Bin Ladin needs is a hug? According to Sarah, who was a tad closer, this talk got to our poor metrosexual at the next table. Something to the tune of "This is so f$%&ing wrong - I'm going to cry" was heard.

We were out of wine, so we left. A few minutes and the poor chap might have been suckling his finger curled up on the floor.

Past that, all on the first night, there was nothing else negative overheard or said about Bush or the election.One American family at an Italian restaurant was overheard bemoaning the low job numbers, which was fine. They seemed functional and nice when spoken to.

More to come

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