He was pro-ketchup... OR Why imbeciles should not be allowed to vote.

"I'm voting for Obama. He looks very presidential. Doesn't he just look presidential?" She stared at him across the dinner table, puzzled. "What? I never said I was consistent," he said. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily at her husband's latest proclamation. This newfound Democratic vote was coming from a man who took the term "pro-choice" as a punch in the gut, saying, "They were pro-choice before pro-choosing to be pro-sex. Now it isn't a choice. It's donesky." Looking back at his track record of consistency, he had missed many homecooked meals over the years, food cold on the plate upon his arrival. He had forgotten the dry cleaning countless times— colorful shirts on wire hangers, sheets of plastic in rows behind locked doors. And, despite his conservative nature, he voted for Kerry in 2004 because of his marriage to Teresa Heinz Kerry. His reasoning was simply, "Kerry's wife is a ketchup heir. Honey, she's the veritable 'Queen of Ketchup'. I love ketchup. Who wouldn't want her as our First Lady?!" This was what he actually said. She remembered quite vividly— the sheer exasperation. "I just wish you'd try...just try to be a little more consistent," she pleaded. He looked at her and said, "Well, one thing is certain. I am at least consistent in my inconsistencies." Seconds of silence passed. "That you are," she said. "I guess it keeps me on my toes."