“HELLO.”

“Well, that was a forceful ‘Hello’…”

“Sorry, Ma. You’ve called three times and each time I picked up, I heard nothing.”

“I have a bad connection, sorry…listen, I have a quick thing to ask you.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Should I vote?”

“WHAT?!”

“Is the primary important? Isn’t the election what matters?”

“Well…the primary is going to determine who will be in those elections, so yes it’s very important. Why are you even asking? GO VOTE, woman. Cheee!”

“I know…I should…”

“Then?”

“Well, I don’t know…”

“About what?”

“Why can’t I vote for who I want?”

“Ma. Clinton is on the ballot. What are you saying?”

“But I have to vote for a Democrat.”

“Ohhh, that-a-way. Yeah, it’s basically a closed primary.”

“That’s not fair.”

“DUDE. You were the one who was all drunk off HRC kool-aid a week ago.”

“I don’t like people telling me who to vote!”

Es wedding in SF.jpg Sigh.

“Ma. Go vote. It’s important.”

“Why?”

“Because California is the most awesome prize of them all. Don’t you want to have a say in that?”

“I guess.”

“A little less enthusiasm, you’re making me wince. Hmm, maybe it’s not a closed primary…wasn’t there something like Prop 189…hold on…oh, you know what, Mummy, it’s not closed—”

“YES IT IS!! They just said on the TV.”

I’m skimming, I’m skimming…oh, you’re right. Okay fine, it’s a modified-closed…geez, I was a poli-sci major a looong time ago.”

“It’s closed. They said so on the news, right now.”

“Mom, seriously you are confusing me here with your waffling-“

“But what if…”

“What if WHAT, edi Ammay?” **

“What if I want…to…vote…for McCain?”

Sigh.

“You can’t, Ma. You’re a registered Dem. From whence cometh this desire to finally come out of the closet and betray the husband who ordered you to register Dem before you knew or gave two shits about what either party stood for?”

“I like McCain. I always have.”

“You like Hillary, too.”

“I know…but…”

“Ma, listen. It might be really close…I’m swamped with my report, so I’m not up on the latest counts, but I think I heard something about Hill taking her ‘home state’ of New York on NPR…”

“She has Florida, too!”

“Okay then. But remember, Obama is a rockstar with the youths, and with the imprimatur of the Kenned-“

“I STILL think that was wrong of them to do!”

“Ma. Focus. Obama could win. You really don’t like him. That…means…get…off…the…phone…and vote.”

“I guess…I just don’t know.”

“Mommy, I have to go, but I’m going to be really offensive because I know how to move your ass to its civic obligations.”

“How?”

“Every vote counts. If you don’t vote now, a Black, quasi-Muslim might end up in the White House.”

Silence.

“Well, when you put it THAT way…”

“Exactly. You’re a ridiculous Mommy, you know that?”

“Yes.”

“And for the tenth time, Obama’s Christian. And Daddy loved Jesse Jackson and Obama is like, a million times awesomer than Mr. Rainbow.”

“I know, I know he’s Christian…I know what I feel is very wrong…”

“But?”

“Nothing. I have to go vote now.”

“Ma! You are such a racist.”

“I know…I feel bad.”

“Then change who you’ve been for 57 years! I’m kidding. I’m reading stuff on the website about how other kids’ parents feel like you do, whether they articulate it so crudely or not. You’re in one hell of a bigot-sorority.”

“On your website?”

“Yes. On my website.”

“We are a different generation, monay…”

“Yes, yes. Now go cast your vaguely racist vote. I love you despite your shortcomings.”

“I love you too. Don’t stay too late.”

“I won’t.”

“Oooh! Oooh! They’re saying they are running low on Democrat ballots!”

“Okay, and that means you should…?”

“I’m going, I’m going…if I can’t have my McCain, I will take Hillary.”

“Bye Ma.”

“(laughing) Bye…”

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** Do not try this at home. My parents thought it was adorable that I called them “Edi” and “Ada” as a toddler. Yours might take a Cheena Chatti to your head.