I wonder why he's allowed himself to say foolish things (illegal immigrants spread leprosy Obama should produce his birth certificate) that welcome others to so easily turn him into a cartoon. People where I come from would enjoy this Lou. A fun guy to debate, because he believes so passionately in what he's arguing about-whether it's adverbs or border security or mashed potatoes. "I am going to get right on that-" he has said, and I have told him how much I appreciate that, because I am having a hard time reconciling the Lou in my mind-a big, bouncy head on CNN going on and on about illegal immigration in ways I rarely could stand to listen to, or, more accurately, didn't see a reason to bother listening to-with… this Lou. (Really, you can say anything to him.) I have frankly told him that I would like him to stop being the guy with the wacko political views and join the sane crowd. I have spent a good deal of my time with Lou trying to fix Lou, urging him to become more, well, normal. Hanging out with Lou Dobbs is like reluctantly going over to the nerdy smart kid's house (because your mother made you) and he turns out to have the keys to an entire amusement park. In fact, the more you take him on, the more Lou you get. The thing about Lou is, there's a lot to him. Mother, campaign manager, shrink, cohort, brat.
It is not the only persona he calls out in me.
I can't say exactly how it is I've taken on the role of nagging wife over the past few days I've spent with Lou. "I'd put that one toward the top of the list, frankly." "I'm so damn combative," he says, laughing. That the battles are nearly always of his own making does not go unnoticed. It doesn't matter if it's an utterly asinine one.
It doesn't matter if it's a serious topic.
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