I never have any personal interactions with Republicans. I'm sure I encounter them, but its usually just business and politics doesn't come up. Needless to say, I have literally zero interest in having any contact whatsoever. I don't want Republicans over for dinner or marrying my children. Its like that. Since I don't live around, work or play with them, and there are none in my family, this is an easy position for me. I know many of you can't enjoy such luxuries, which is too bad.
Well, just today I was forced to go to Herald Square. I hadn't been inside Macy's in years. There is a floor upstairs where there is a large number of lounge chairs, comfortable couches and beds. People who work in Midtown go up there to take naps. But this time of year the place is overrun with tourists... another good reason to avoid it. So I'm there, obediently guarding the shopping and watching something or other on my phone.
The guy next to me, old, white, definitely not from here, makes some small talk about us guys holding the shopping ha ha ha burp scratch guy talk. Whatever. Some place I don't know in Kentucky and first time here. He asks what I think about Trump and I reply I just want him to go to Washington and stay there. So he goes on about Trump isn't a racist and he'll be good for the country and so forth. I just listen. I then say I don't know anything about politics, all I care about is money. Anything to change the subject. So he goes on, blah blah blah. I ask him why the fuck is he talking to me about this shit? (I was aggressive because I was sick of it). Then he politely apologizes and says he didn't mean to offend (riiiiight). Finally quiet. So I get up and basically ask before I go what is he going to do if Trump fails to deliver and things go to shit? I quote:
"Things can't be any worse than they are now!"
This is a guy who is on a trip to New York with his family, and is out shopping. Bags and bags of shit. Worst ever?!
Folks, when you are so fucking crazy that you think you have it rough when you're on a trip to one of the most expensive places on Earth and on top of it... shopping... you're so detached from reality literally nothing will change your thinking. Nothing.
So then I catch up with my wife and relay. "For him, you being here buying things is about as worse as it can get" she says. Bingo.
I did wish him a Merry Christmas and safe trip back home. Emphasis on back home.