As subject matter goes, politics is for people who are too agitated to watch reruns of I Love Lucy. You can talk for hours about that television show, and not get crank phone calls, harassment, weird head games and whatever else people are doing to silence their perceived opposition. Maybe I'm wrong. There may be militant Fred Mertz haters. Maybe someone was harmed by his wife, Ethel. Maybe Ricky Ricardo misappropriated a pair of castanets from the formerly beautiful Carlotta Romero. Little Ricky might have peed on someone's priceless maracas. What if Lucy sat on Fidel Castro's face? Those are all good reasons to harass people who talk about that ancient, formerly popular television show. It's still safer than talking about presidential politics.
I'm done trying to reason with people about world affairs, or about keeping the peace in the United States. There appear to be Party approved activists, mostly Hollywood A-list folks who weren't exposed as sex offenders. They're famous, I'm not, so they're right about whatever hash they're slinging. I'm now a full time television viewer, with no opinions and no pretense to any agenda of any kind. And I'm a happy MF.
If you are still talking about any US president, doesn't matter which one, please get a lobotomy or try using heroin. I'm done with the subject of politics.
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