Last night I had the good or poor fortune to spend a few hours over beers and wings talking politics with the hodge-podge that is my writing group. The table numbered three demorocrats, one republican, and one moderate (me). I’ve always said that in a room full of sheep herders, I’ll transform into a cattle man. I loathe consensus. This has not gotten me very many free drinks.
At the wise age I’ve reached, I’ll say this about talking politics with anyone but your spouse, barber, or taxi driver; don’t. But, God help me, I love it so. There’s just not enough love in beer to promote an understanding. For harmony, you need tequila. If you aren’t prepared to step up to the cactus juice, then you should change the subject to sex. Everyone likes sex.
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Kudos to JibJab for the pic and making a film more viewed than Fahrenheit 9/11. My friends on both sides think it is more anti the other candidate. Suck crosses all political boundries.
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