Not everyone digs my earnest urgings to communicate with people who don't fully share in my fear and loathing of President Trump. From the lively correspondences between Writing Boots, and the writing writers who read it, I got this last week—from a conservative:
The previous generation was right once again: Don’t talk religion or politics. I get it now. The oneupsmanship is spectacular: We hated Clinton, you hated Bush, we hated Obama, you hate Trump. In each iteration, the level of what’s off limits to do to the other side goes down and the invocation of the “but this is different” excuse goes up.
And the argument even to this is, “But this time it really is different.” Noted.
Yet it happens every time, both sides.
Letterman said the world is going to hell and all he wanted was good seats. Check.
Here’s something you and I can agree on, a quote from the late genius (who said “with every failure, my success grows greater”) Brother Theodore: In the best of all possible worlds, things are in a hell of a mess.
This is why I buy Cheetos, watch the Game Show network, and jerk off.