
I decided to take myself and my twitchy face to my father, who is very versed in politics, to learn a little more about what I should be voting for.
worst. mistake. EVER! I repeat: WORST DECISION EVER!
If you ever have a question about politics, or have some vague thought that hey, maybe Marx had a good idea, don't tell my dad. you will end up in an hour and a half long discussion (and by discussion I mean Lecture) about why exactly you are wrong. you'll get yelled at about communism, and politics and eventually you'll try to casually turn back the tv show you were trying to watch, but he won't let you. You will witness my father's tyrannical rampage on anyone that disagrees with him on political views, because if you think differently than him, you are obviously an uneducated idiot.
This is exactly why I don't care about or understand politics. My brain has been trained like one of pavlov's dogs to associate politics with tirades that I can't stop no matter how much I ignore my father, or try to leave the room.
Solution: either try to find someone who can calmly explain politics to me, unbiased (yeah right) or move far away on a private island where politics don't exist. I think the latter seems like a more possibly solution.
so lessons of the day: I suck at politics. and My father is political monster ready to eat out any young liberal's heart for breakfast.
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