Do you think less of me now?

I once read an Ann Coulter book. I had just moved to DC from Texas. I'm not sure how I got the book but I would read it on the metro to and from school. There was a guy that I knew who worked for the newspaper. He told me not to read it on the train, or to at least put a book cover over the jacket. At the time I didn't understand what he meant by that. I never finished the book. I can't remember why. I seem to recall thinking that the book was funny. But then I changed, or the world changed. Maybe I started to notice the people on the train more. Maybe my sense of humor changed. Maybe I lost my ability to be objective. Maybe it wasn't a good book after all. It was a long time ago. I gave the book to my father-in-law. He put the book in his bathroom with the other reading material. Faded motorcycle magazines. A book on wood-working. I don't think he ever finished it either.

I was never political before I moved to DC. And even when I moved here, I fell into it more or less by accident. The accidental political intern. The accidental policy analyst. The accidental government employee. DC is a funny place.