I got a call from my buddy last night to come  watch Sunday Football, drink a couple beers, and just catch up.  We talk politics like we watch football:  We mutually respect each other’s right to be who we are, but also take great pleasure in giving each other crap about our teams, our candidates, and our economic philosophies.

On my way over last night, I was smiling to myself while coming up with my top ten list of reasons why he should vote for Obama.  Not to change his vote, mind you, but just to get him riled up and fire something back over beers.  Deep down, I knew he was  going to vote for Romney.  His business ventures put him in the top one percent, income-wise; He is a big critic of the welfare state; He’s a socially-moderate, fiscally conservative Catholic (rarely attending, though);  He thinks and works hard to fulfill his own self-interest in his business and personal life, and feels no need to apologize for that.

So, I got to his place and settled into my beer, passed a round of chewing tobacco over to him (you can take the boy out of Missouri, but you can’t take the Missouri out of the boy), smiled a smartass smile, and asked him the question I had been waiting for.

“So, who are you voting for for president?”

“I’m not sure,” he said completely seriously, “but I think I’m going to vote for Obama.”

See? Even millionaires know that Obama is the right choice.