As I sat down to a beautiful chicken piccata dinner prepared by my lovely wife Kim, I realized the presidential debate was on TV in the living room, which happens to be audible and visible from the kitchen island where we typically eat.
Did I want to watch the stupid debate over this beautiful dinner?
What do you think? I mean, would you?
Instead I said nothing. Tried to be a good soldier. A good hubby. Meanwhile every bite got harder to chew. I mean, how much BS can one nation take? And they’re both standing there yelling at each other like little kids:
“You’re a liar!”
“No, You’re a liar!”
“Mooom, he called me a liar!”
“You said it first!”
And so on.
Luckily I was only halfway through the Yankees’ destruction of the Indians so I ate fast and fled down the stairs to finish the game.
Let’s cut to the chase. If you’re into Trump, you’re gonna vote Trump. If you hate Trump, you’re gonna vote Biden. That leaves about 5% of the population in the middle. Why make the rest of us sit through all that BS? I mean, there must be a better way. Seriously.
Some weeks ago I mentioned that my BS breaker had blown and I couldn’t follow politics again, at least not for a while. Just giving y’all fair warning. It hasn’t blow again, at least not yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it does soon. Very, very soon.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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