Conversations with a Bush Voter, Part II...
BV: See, that's one thing. You can show me research all day, and the research might be right, but I'm just not going to believe it. That bit about it being unfair to minorities? It might be, but I'm just not going to believe it.
Drek: Well... all right. If that's what you want. Would someone pass the potatoes, please?
BV: But how are you going to deal with someone like me?
Drek: I think you're acting like an idiot, but what else am I supposed to do?
BV: No, look, you're doing this research and it says one thing, then there are people like me who just aren't going to believe it. What are you going to do about it? You know, to convince me to stop supporting it?
Drek: Oh! That's easy, that isn't my problem. I'm a scientist, I'm interested in facts, not setting policy. It's our job to figure out how the world works and then to make that information available to others. What the body politic chooses to do with that information is another matter entirely.
Drek's Father: 'Body politic?' You sound like a goddamned academic!
Drek: Thank you! Would you pass an academic the potatoes, please?
BV: No, but, see, you might just be doing your research, and you're not actively trying to set policy, but your research might still make my position look pretty stupid.
Drek:Well, then maybe you should consider changing to a position that doesn't make you look quite so stupid.
Drek's Father: Oh, now I don't believe that.
Drek: Fine, no problem. By that logic, though, you should believe that the sun does orbit the Earth, diseases really are caused by imbalances in the four humours, and that airplanes are kept in the sky by fairy dust and happy thoughts.
Drek: Now, seriously, there's a bowl of potatoes on the table right there, would someone please pass it over here?
Drek's Father: Eat something closer to ya'.
Drek: And people wonder why I turned out the way I did.
Once again, amazingly, I didn't make the preceding up.