Allow me to get realpolitik on you here: I hate talking politics. That being said, I really hate talking politics- even with like-minded friends! What could possibly be worse than having a disagreeable conversation with an adult? Having said discussion with a child. Let us adults please assert ourselves, and stop allowing the silent majority to make family meals into their own, private rubber chicken circuit.
Ah, the child with a political opinion is akin to a chimpanzee with a cigarette.* Sure it’s kinda funny at first, but you just wait till that chimpanzee gets out of its depth with that tabackey and starts flinging excrement in a fit of nicotine-induced rage, and I tell you what! Cute turns ugly right quick.
Nothing is more horrible than having to engage a child, who is not even aware of our tangled electoral college , blithering on and on about wall-building and leaked emails. Those earnest wide-eyed ten year olds cannot put the “pun” in pundit for love nor money. So, parents, please do not instruct your children in your cockamamie political ideas! I don’t want to hear them from you, and especially not from your poorly informed, amygdala-happy spawn. I had my kids convinced that if Trump won, we would have to climb over walls just to access our favorite Mexican restaurants. People that gullible have no business discussing politics. Mercifully they cannot vote!
So, tonight, as the debate between Hilarity and Rump rages, keep your kids far from the idiot box. Let them dream of sugarplums and baby bunnies, and not Benghazi and rampant misogyny . There is no bleeding heart that will tolerate some child on the bully pulpit tomorrow filibustering the hell out of their morning.
I, for one, plan to avoid anyone under the age of 16 tomorrow to lower my chances of being trapped by some lunatic ‘tween on a whistle stop tour. If I don’t, I may have to go all ad hominem on someone’s @$$….
*I’m harkening back to my childhood memories in my beloved, suffering Venezuela.