I don't give a flying fuck. All of the Republicans are demonstrably batshit crazy, in a willfully evil way. All of the Democrat have a vanishingly tiny chance of affecting my life in anything but the most infinitesimal way. And are not meaningfully less willfully evil, if that. The amount of noise generated by this would drive me bugfuck, if I allowed it to. Some beloveds have already allowed they to become bugfuck. This is a sad. They should take drugs for it. I should take drugs because they're big grownup beloveds and I have no control over what they do, or any ensuing sad.
Will I vote for Her? Not in the winnowing, no. In the Big One? I don't give a flying fuck. You, personally, I give a flying fuck, beloved. All the beloveds, even the ones who can't read. They don't give a flying fuck either.
By the way, they're not typos. And that was a pome, maybe. Shorts. Yum. Landru out.
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Heh.
What's hard isn't that I feel I should care (and lordy, we were trained that not caring is the morally reprehensible), it's that I feel I should enjoy the spectacle *more* for all my apostasies. I should do drugs again. Your niece and I are talking about our vacation in Colorado this August.
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