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My husband and he have so much in common -- but his beliefs are pernicious and wrong!
  • Your answer reminds me of a Dan Bern song:

    The Facist In Me

    When I vote, I vote democratic

    And sometimes further left like peace and freedom,

    Or even libertarian

    I’m pro-choice, pro-environment

    Against large corporations and the neutron bomb

    But when I’m stuck on the freeway

    And it's hot and someone cuts me off

    I think they oughta fry that son of a bitch

    It's the fascist in me

    Learn to speak English, get a job, get a life

    It's the fascist in me

    Get rid of that smell, go back where you came from

    It's the fascist in me

    You're a burden, you're a drain on the economy

    It's the fascist in me

    It's so distasteful going to the grocery store

    For some Haagen Daaz on a Saturday night

    When you have to pass this vermin

    I given to seven charities

    I’ve played five different benefits

    In the past month

    My bumper stickers say:

    Save the whales, visualize peace, NPR (KPFK)

    But when someone's rude in a restaurant

    I’d like to make them look at the barrel of a gun

    And then we'll see how smug they are

    It's the fascist in me

    Wish I had the power to seize your house

    It's the fascist in me

    Wish I had the authority to take your tongue

    It's the fascist in me

    I’d run you naked through the middle of the town

    It's the fascist in me

    You'd live in fear knowing every creak of the floorboards,

    Knock on the door, or cry in the dark of night, could be your last

    Sometimes I just want to take half the world and decree that they all go away

    Everyone's stupid and no one has anything very insightful to say

    It's the price you have to pay

    I’m tired of it today

    I’d like another way

    It's the fascist in me

    Wear some normal clothes, don't have so many children,

    Learn to speak English, get a job, get a life

    Where'd you get that car?

    Which drugs did you sell?

    How'd you get that job?

    Which quota did you fill?

    I’d like plant my fist in your face

    Don't talk so loud

    Don't walk so slow

    If you just disappeared, no one would care

    No one would care if you just disappeared

    Your mother oughta be down on her knees

    Cleaning up my kitchen

    It's the fascist in me

    It's the fascist in me

    It's the fascist in na na na na

    It's the fascist in me

    Learn to speak English, get a job, get a life

    It's the fascist in me