Knute Berger posted up a list of Six Things You Cannot Say in Seattle.
It’s a pretty good list, though it could be whittled down to five, because #5 is a rather large exageration.
I’m going to excerpt #6 because it is absolutely true.
There is no surer ticket to the Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane than to make this declaration in Seattle today. Republicans haven’t been a factor here in 40 years. Most people in Seattle have never met a Republican, let alone voted for one. To admit to being a Republican is to declare war on the sensibilities of the recycling, biking, companion-pet-owning, suburban-hating loners you live among. If you are not involuntarily committed, you will be advised to move to Bellevue, where you can speed the way toward planetary death with your own kind.
Not only is this absolutely true, you can stake your weeks pay that not only have most Seattlites never met a Republican, they wouldn’t know a Libertarian if one walked up and offered them a puff off a joint at Hempfest. The absolute worst part about this factoid though is that, without prompting, they will tell you all about why R’s and L’s are so horrible.
Seeing as how I grew up and live here, I know quite a number of Democrats, leftists, liberals, progressives, marxists, radical socialists, anti-zionists and anarchists (aka: the people I write about here at RNS) who are pound to be labelled as such. If I swung dead cats, I wouldn’t be able to do so without hitting one.
One of the reasons I put all those stickers on the back of Buddy the Jeep is because, well, it’s nearly seven feet tall, and I figured that if I’m going to stand out in the cityscape like that and piss people off slightly, I might as well go ahead and go all the way with it.
UPDATE:
By request. Clicken to embiggen.